hormones

i want to lick you from your head,

to your toe.

but i never seem to get passed your lower torso.

i wish for nothing more than to massage your soul,

but, my hands refuse to remove themselves from your legs.

i wish not to know what time it is

for i would have to remove my eyes from your beauty to see the clock.

I never step foot on a treadmill,

because since i gave you my heart i find cardio to be pointless.

i could look into your eyes for days upon months upon years,

but we only have seconds.

so i close my eyes as you leave and imagine your still here.

and i guess love can be unfair,

because the times that i want you are the times your not there.

and i guess love is mean,

because on my sleepless nights i roll over in my bed only to find a single strain of your hair.

reminding me you might as well be on another continent because your not here.

and love is hard,

because whenever you walk into a room i get hard.

and yes love sucks

because when you leave a room

your essence acts as a vacuum

and sucks every happy molecule out of my body.

and your body,

your body is my mental screen saver

it may look like im reading a book,

but in my mind im reading your hips.

Love is all those things yet according to your lips.

according to your lips,

love is sweet.

oh love is sweet

sweet like going to the willy wonka factory and jumping in a pool of chocolate.

coming out happy and hela sticky

because thats what her love does to me

it showers me with sweet and sticks on me.

and i guess love is blind

because when i saw you smile i took my eyes out

realizing that everything i have thought to be beautiful prior to that now just looks stupid

and i guess love is stupid

because whenever i try to say something intelligent around you i sound stupid

love is ruthless

you ripped out my heart with your bare hands without warning and gave me your love as a pain killer

but i must have taken more than the recommended amount because now im addicted.

dont ask

do not follow me

for i know not what im headed toward

nor what treacherous obstacles that must be triumphed upon this journey

alas the obstacles are far from what worries me

my concern is concentrated on my final destination

every one know its prosperous to take the road less taken

but where is it that either one of the roads end

i fear to take the more difficult of paths only to find that the sidewalk abruptly ends

go where no one has gone

only to see that there is a reason no one has been prior to me

so i ask you

please do not follow me

for i know not were im going

simply i drift

aimlessly float

pointlessly wander

all while i wonder

what if

what if the destination is in fact worth the journey

and that the destination is not what needs to concern me

no matter where i end up the journey is what makes it real

i also wonder what if these thoughts were real

unable to break from the fears that weigh me down

un-forgivingly hold me like anchors

so i ask that you do not follow me

for i know not where it is im going

and should you ask where it is im going

i do not know

when honestly im to ashamed to tell you that i do know where

that in fact im going nowhere

nowhere

a place im far too familiar with

by far the easiest place to go

sometimes the only place you can go to

but no matter how long your there

always the wrong place for you

being at the wrong place at the wrong time doesn’t make anything right

so please

all i ask is you dont follow me

please dont ask me where im going

i will be forced to tell you

nowhere