Was out for a bit.
Plan to have more Emarosa up in the next couple days.
In the interim…
It all happened quite by accident.
I glanced at you, and you didn’t look away.
With moonlight caught in your tangles,
I felt for a moment as though I’d never been broken.
It’s never the same and I’m never sure.
Sometimes I think it might be best if we forget before we dwell on it,
But your fingers cross mine as you call bullshit on my lies.
The to of us can’t believe a word I say.
I’ve locked myself in a guarded vault, and I cannot understand how you got in.
Even so, there’s still so much I haven’t told you.
I think I’m a bad, bad person. But you think I might be worth it.
And we’re dancing.
I can’t rest with your words so fresh on my mind,
it still begging to know why your scent–a warm bar on a cold winter’s night–won’t leave me.
Our hands meet beneath the table, your whisper stilling my heart.
Where do you take my fear?
Sometimes I wander, unable to find my way.
Trying to fix pieces that never quite fit.
You steal me away to hidden corners, secreting kisses when you think no one’s looking.
‘cause we think we’re so different from all the rest.
Sometimes it feels like running from wolves,
Seeking where once our bodies lay.
And at this moment, you think you’re alone.
But you somehow always forget–though you taught me so well: you’re bigger on the inside.