staring into blackness
watching the twilight thicken.
as you enter my thoughts
i find myself panic-stricken.

i'm not good at this
i always miss my target
and i completely miss your point.
i apologize for thinking
i was ever more important to you
than going out with your buddies
and smoking that joint.

and then i proceed to think
maybe there's a reason
we cross paths with the people we do.
could this be destiny, sweetheart?
could there be a real reason
for meeting you?
was i meant to say yes?
after you're done with me
can i expect to find anything left?

overwhelmingly terrified
too much of an emotional rush.
it's nauseating how hard it is
not to let you touch.
the fear of the consequence
i'm sorry i can't do it
it's just too much.

love michelle.