The Fear

You're every shade of calm.

The sea on a sunny day, in the distance,

the sky on cloudless days and nights,

the heavy, heady smell of the ocean,

the electric blue neon lights.

I'm every shade of anger.

The bright light of a flame devouring roses,

the heat from the candle on a cold night,

the darkness that refuses to leave you,

the jarring headlights in the dark.

Baby,

you and I,

we're like wild fire:

all consuming, all heat and hands,

and mouths pressed to each other,

swallowing each others' moans

as the heat creeps into our system.

And you kiss my neck, and down my chest,

like it's a lifeline for something more,

but it isn't.

You lose yourself in my mazes,

and here I am watching you,

getting engulfed in my supernovas

while I calculate the distance my heart needs to move

away from you.

Always away from you.

You're giving yourself away,

and here I am,

waiting for me to tire of you,

waiting for myself to walk away,

before you do.

I am every shade of anger, babe.

I am the forest fires

that burn your fortresses down,

and I am the cold winter storms.

I am the darkness that I bring out in you,

I am the selfish hands you use to cling to my hips,

I am your maddening kisses,

I am the jealousy you feel,

Stop giving yourself to me.

I'll take it.

I'll take it all.