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I think, your city is larger then your state

I will lean on your balcony rail and wait for you to

approach me

Slide the door shut as I am counting the cars

I reached forty three before you decided to speak



I should back up.



In three days you will recieve the last of my intentions

I sent my heart in a brown package through the mail

The eagerness of your hands will determine the answer to my

quiet question:



Do you love me as I have loved you



If you believe in aliens, then you believe in me

I am an unidentified flying object in your sky and

you speak to your friends very casually about what you've seen



I should back up more.



I do not trust you.

I know you have midnight lovers and men at your door

You've opened your legs for them and then you open

them for me under the privacy of your covers

You moan like you know     exactly who I am

But you have no idea what I am capable of with

your legs stretching to opposite walls

I can be a soldier in this kind of war

I can work for your freedom and your pleasure and you

can tell me anything you want

I will unload my guns and

put down the sword

take off my pants and put an open for business sign on my tongue



Let's move forward.



I am doing this for my own good

After all, it's my own nails scratching at these scars because I want

you to know just how deep they are and how I have

never forgotten that we have been here before

I could, live without you very easily

I have been doing it for eleven years, I have been doing it since I

was twelve



Let's just stay here, she said.

motionless

no further involvement

We will meet as ghosts and part as deceptive skeletons

We will closet the fact that we may murder the very thing that has created us

or, we could grow like marshmellows in a microwave

Set aside the hot looks of ignorant eyes and hold hands across the table

And whenever you're ready, we could discuss this thing on your balcony

Talk between our persistent puffs and look past that possibly grey

november sky

cuz, we'd know, the sun is somewhere behind it

the way it hides behind my smile everytime you call me

And we'd know, this war could be over if we

just put down our fears and decided to fight for it

I am not yours, but I am yours only and

if you know what that means, then you know it won't

take much to sway me into your bed

sway me into your lust

or sway me into your arms

or sway me into this city that you have made so much larger then even my own offering of

heart and guts