A Kindling Soul

I count the steps you take, When you walk away, And take my heart with. I think you do, at least, Cause the void that's in my chest. Couldn't really be anything else. The absence of you, of your smell, Leaves me mad, leaves me depressed. Oh, come back to me. I'd rather take your indifference, Than the heartbreak of your absence. Please, do not leave. My soul is scarred, your truancy burns. At every footstep, my head turns. Desperation, is this not? Come back, come back soon. Don't walk away, don't lengthen this June. It kills me when you are gone.

I catch my eyes drifting, To you, and your beautiful face. He's sitting right beside you, And I can't help but stare. I'd stand up now, and kiss you. Right now, right here. I'd leave all, and run with you, If you'd only care. I watch you watch me all day, From the corner of my eye. I can't just let you do that, He's sitting right by my side! I long to let you hold me, To lie in your embrace, tight I hold my breath and wait For the blanket of the night. He plays with your hair, Caresses your face Gets to drown in your eyes, And hold you by the waist. Everytime he touches you, It rips to shreds my bliss. I feel my heart crash and burn. Why are you only his? He is a beautiful soul, Like me, so much like me. You are so very different, Then how come you make me free? You say all you've learnt of love, You have from seeing us. You say you know now what a heartbeat is. But all I know-is being his.

The shooting stars above our heads, Sparks flying through the air,  Between us. Tearing my patience to shreds, Your silent looks, that volatile stare. Oh, how my strengths you test. The tick of the clocks, The light bugs, And your glowing skin. The racing pulses, eyes talk. Passion unplugged. And the beautiful sky we soar in. As you push back from my face,  Strands of hair come loose. I hold my breath. The air satiates with your taste. Our hearts rush, neither calling a truce, Is this sweet death? Your fingertips trace my hand, My face, my back. My soul. Everything wanted and unplanned, Rising from smoke, pitch black, Take shapes beyond my control. The breeze leaves me shivering, cold; Or is that you? It is, isn't it? Your touch tingles, lures,bites, and scores. And without much ado,  My heart, and soul you aggravate. Myself, I try to free,from pain, From you, from your embrace. I avoid those cold,...