At The Seams

“Underneath Your Clothes” more like underneath my clothes but honestly who wants to see that right but what is underneath me if that is even a question.

It’s unwise to talk about the girl I was formerly in love with, hell that I’m still in love with I believe but what I showed Chrissy was my sweet side. Was this an act, some sort of deception, and not the real me… no, I have always been a romantic it’s just I suppose I turned it on all the more in my attempts to win her. I am not one to lie about love and the first time I saw her or any girl I believe I can love, this wonderful guy I thought I was tried fighting to the surface.

I’m not going to lie and say I’m not scared, honestly how many dates have I been on, how many girls have said yes, and how many girls have I ever hooked-up with… I don’t even need one hand. Yes I’m shy, nervous, and for all my knowledge of courtly love would I even know the first thing about courting a girl, a woman?

Now let’s get to what probably brought you here… I’m scary right, hell I would like to think I’m a “sick, masochist lion” as Edward would put it but what did Danielle, Susan, and Chrissy think I was? I want to be scary, dark, and downright evil and then again I don’t want to be a monster but if anything I just know I’m damned. If Chrissy came running to me now willing to give me all that she was in exchange for giving up, let’s say this place would I be willing to; would I be able to?

I can feel it “In The Air Tonight” something wanting to burst from the seams but what is that something; it’s not good I mean a girl like this one, the next one, Chrissy…

~At The Seams~

Behind an infinity of zeros
Empty gardens
Baby and Yo’s
And sellers’ markets
A villain not a hero
I find my heart not hardened

My words
But a dream
Are they spoken and heard
Becoming to be
My love, beautiful girl
Love bursting at the seams

* * *

Behind wonder and amazement
Gasps and sighs
Such is entertainment
Wondering why
I fret
And try to hide

My fear
Of a queen
You can’t be real
Yet it seems
This thrill
Desire bursting at the seams

* * *

Behind trying and lying
Drips and drops
Begging and crying
You’re so damn hot
Who is dying?
And who is not

Not a man
But Beauty and the Beast
The monster I am
A sin to want beauty
Am I damned?
Hell bursting at the seams

* * *

Stretching, popping, and bursting
Set me free
Of this yearning
Bursting at the seams

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