But My Head...

How do you think of me?
Do yo see my face
when you're laying in bed at night?
How about my jokes
Do you remember those
Or the times that I made you smile?
How much space in that head of yours
Does my being occupy?
I count the days that I don't see you
I dread the ones I do
Those lips...
Tempting me every single time
But still so forbidden
Bad idea...
My brain says bad idea
I wear my heart upon my sleeve
But still not completely uncovered
It's telling me: "go ahead, do something!"
But my head...
I ought to stop thinking

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It's hard to look into your eyes
You make my heart beat faster
And I suddenly go blind
My mind flies away
I feel deinstitutionalised from my body
Everything I thought was right
Has gone away
I'm taking chances now
And there you are with that smile on your face
I've found a new way to love
Is it love?
Love the impossible
Love the imperfect perfection
Of your marked arms
Bruised memories
And fractal life
What have you done to me
To my continuous safe, static state of sentiment-free body?
You've revitalized everything
And there you are with that smile on your face
Not knowing this
Not knowing me
Not knowing me at all

Fugitives.

Me and Sara were fugitives from the law
Trying to get across US/Canada border
With guns on board
I was driving the car
Nervousness taking over
Sara was losing her mind
I could feel her worries entering my body
Passports being checked, we finally crossed over
I turned to the back seat
The weapons were right on sight
Right there, resting and waiting to be seen.
Rusty and old
Guns from the 1940's, maybe
Weren't they the ones my cousin had been trying to hide at my grandma's house?
How did they end up in my car?
Better yet, how could they not have seen them?
Sara smiled at me and I smiled back
Knowing that we were fugitives
Who got away right in front of their eyes.