Past Present Future

I bet you thought this was supposed to last forever
I bet you thought I was supposed to be the one
I bet you thought you couldn't get any happier
If you didn't, well I thought it for you.

I bet you think this is the hardest decision you'll make
I bet you think no one will ever come as close
I bet you think there will be nothing but tears afterword
If you don't, well I'm thinking it for you.

I bet you won't think about me after a while
I bet you won't think about the days we shared
I bet you won't think about shedding one tear tomorrow
If not, than maybe it was a mistake.

I'm at a crossroads and I'm confused
My heart and mind are in sync and at war
It's like someone replaced my tear ducts with a river
So what shall I do?

I don't want to choose for myself
I don't want to hear "Do what's best"
I want a direct answer out of your mouth
Then the war will finally be rest.

Is It Over?

I see you.

I see your strengths.

I see your weaknesses.

I see your eyes.

I see your lips.

I see your tears.

 I see your soul.

I see you.

I taste you.

I taste your lips.

I taste your skin.

I taste your fluids.

I taste your sweat.

I taste you.

I hear you.

I hear your heartbeat.

I hear your music.

I hear your voice.

I hear your words.

I hear your pleasure cries.

I hear you.

I smell you.

I smell your cooking.

I smell your freshness.

I smell your stink.

I smell your musk.

I smell your breath.

I smell your pheromones.

I smell your fear.

I smell you.

I feel you.

I feel your emotions.

I feel your love.

I feel your softness.

I feel your hardness.

I feel your pain.

I feel your joy.

I feel your excitement.

I feel you.

I see you.

I see you trying to hide the things I see.

I see you.

I taste you.

I taste you trying to trying to trick my taste buds.

I taste you.

I hear you.

I hear you trying to silence the symphony i hear from you.

I hear you.

I smell you.

I smell you trying to wash out the scents I smell.

I smell you.

I feel you.

I feel you trying to hide the things you feel, so I won't feel them. Because you love me so much, you don't want me to hurt like you. But I want to feel every part of your pain, every piece of your prayers, every participant in your parade of emotion.

Let me to feel you.

Let me sense you.

Let me tell you to stop hiding right now, or

Let me go right now.

So you tell me: Is it over?