Never been touched with the rush of butterflies in my stomach
I’m still resting at the mountain
Color as bright as the sun that hits it
Waiting for what they call love to hit me with the force of an avalanche
I shine and reflect like the colors in catholic church windows
It’s still ripe, open, and facing the sun
Like fruit yearning to be bitten into
It’s full, juicy, and optimistic with hope and color that shines and glimmers in its exterior
Not lying and watching time tick for someone to pluck me off my feet
Nor can I control who I love
It’s a carefully daunting task when you choose the one you love
But in an imperfect world where falling is inevitable
There’s the risk of stepping on a landmine, blowing my limbs away
Stepping in quicksand
Drowning in love
Never been struck by the lightning of love
The others thought it was love
But I didn’t feel anything
It was novacane love
It was lifeless
Dull and painful to act like I cared
I could taste their deceit
But they couldn’t taste mine
Their lies were dark chocolate bitter sweet
Sweet because they were on me
Being beautifully suffocated in clouds of fake ecstasy
Bitter because they were almost true
The grip of an anaconda wrapped around my throat
Strangled my spirit and turned me blue
And out of so-called love
Never been stroked and rocked by the seas that encompass
Feelings I’ve never felt before
I’ve been left to drift in the sea
Like a ship to wreck
My brain is riddled by the salt water
Of the sea that soaked into my body and washed my lips
No ship has let me come aboard
I guess they don’t see me
I hold onto tides and waves
But they get and harder and harder to hold onto
They get harder to ride because I don’t know how to
I’ve survived by going with the tide
But never satisfying it
Or satisfying myself
I would like to detach myself from my
Own loneliness if that’s possible
I wanna hold my breath under this endless sea in an attempt to find peace
To find something real
Until I lose my emotional virginity