I'm pushing thru the window
when you pass.
I've been obsessed with you
for a while now
come every time
I think about
your hair
blowing in the wind
but you say it never happens.

The wilderness below your dreams
make a strange surrounding.
I can't see us having sex at all,
just want to touch you
inside of your instability.
Behind your wall of smile and looks.
(I turn into a coma writing this cause
it's quite honest.)

I feel the energy marking it's existence
between us. Making it hurt reel bad. Leaving
bluend marks.
Make them stay forever.