A lonely graze of your skin,
And my heart swells,
My resolve shriveling.
A rare slip up of my name,
And a chill runs down my back,
The warmth of my guard,
Fired down to soot.

Your eyes meet mine,
the stories beheld,
A vibrance of pure ecstasy,
The brilliance of theatre,
Or is it you?
Of course not.

Your face is a riddle,
But my mind is falling short.
Mindlessness is key,
The botch is too dark.

But my sight's still on you,
An expanse of butterflies.
Your gaze brushes past
And I'm all flowery.
Seems like you're walking towards me
But I know,
I'm slapped to the sidewalk
And yet...

I find myself skipping stones,
Skipping warnings and blaring sirens.
The fear overcomes,
But your strength,
It overpowers;
The path to you looks rosy,
The thorns keep me alive,
And I walk on.