Dizzy

You looked at me with
shining eyes and lips so full and flushed,
and I wanted more than
just our mouths to touch.
And you said, "I want you
oh, so damn much."
And we kissed and I felt
every muscle turn to mush
and I was

Dizzy/nervous

God, you made me spin
and the world was glowing,
and you tasted like sin.
All I wanted then
was to do it again,
and I felt myself melt
as you breathed me in.

When I laid you down
in the bed at the hotel
for the first time and I saw
your breasts heave and swell
with desire for me,
there are no words to tell
how my heart broke
and mended again, pure hell
but the sweetest torture, I was

Dizzy/drunk

And the room swirled and swayed.
I fell into you,
and we sank, drowned, and prayed
and we rose again (holy sex),
and when it was over I stayed
just to watch your breath,
and the smile that on your lips played.

Time passed, and it became
just you and me,
we stopped seeing other people,
and I didn't feel as free
but I cared for you,
and I thought we should be
monogamous, exclusive,
two lovebirds in a tree.
Then you said "I love you" and I was

Dizzy/scared

And I didn't know what to do.
The world was shrinking
and turning shades of blue,
and the last thing I wanted
was to ever hurt you.
So I said it back,
and found later, it was true.

Everyday routine
brings temptation, and I sought
ways to feel myself again,
and it seemed we always fought,
so I met her, I kissed her,
I fucked her, but it was not
out of love for her or
loss of love for you, I know you thought
that as soon as the bedroom door opened.
I was caught, and I was

Dizzy/sick

I watched the tears fall,
I couldn't take back what I did
or I'd rescind it all.
Your heart was in a million pieces
and you looked so small.
I swear to God, it wasn't you.
It was all my fault.

Getting used to being alone
took a lot of time.
But I deserved it, and
told everyone that I was doing fine.
I'd been drinking, and the alcohol
made me start to pine,
I called you up,
I heard your voice,
Thought how you used to be mine, I was

Dizzy/hungry

So much that I was almost sick.
I closed my eyes and said hello,
my voice with tears was thick.
And you slammed down the phone,
after calling me a prick.
I drank some more and
cried myself to sleep,
so many wounds to lick.

Months have gone by,
I'm lying this morning in
the bed we used to share.
The phone rings, and when
I answer it's your brother,
he's crying and his voice is thin
as he tells me of the slashes and
the dashes carved in your skin.
You're gone

and

now

I'm