tantalize.

I float in the air, with a balloon tied around my neck.
Never let me go, kiss my hurts, stitch my cuts,
Sharp and flowing, your heart beat makes me such a wreck,
because I know all we’ll ever be is apologies and “But”s.
Watch me closely, you never know about my control,
Tired of waiting, tired of wishing, tired of delaying,
this “love” is like six different alcohols mixed together.
Washy, dizzy, lazy, lusty, I just love playing.
Late nights, sheets tangled, for this, the weather is just right.
I’m just another step on the ladder, another heated night,
left in the stiff sheets, with our slurred speech.
Let me forget, let me never tell, the secret of the heart, that forever fell.
The death of the heart, the stained sheets, whispered words,
slurred speech, the love that was so close to the touch, yet so far out of reach.