I am so into you

First attempt in writing a song. Hate rhymes. Hate trying to rhyme. But you made me try. Thank You T!


I saw how you kissed him, I wished it was me, baby.
I saw how the evening went, in a high and slowly
And when our eyes met across the room,
I wished the rest weren't there.
Who needed a name?
For in the dark, my heart just melted away, as we walked the lonely roads, baby.

Thought I had found love, I thought I had found me
I thought I had found her, but then there was him.
How one small little heartache- can push us to the brink.
But she tore through my heart- baby...I am so into you.
And I ain't giving you up- I am so into you.

And then days turned, brighter than gold.
We went the way life took us, too in love to be told...
That right and wrong are imposed designs in the lines that we draw...
With red letters on paper with creases and folds.
Who needed a name?
For in the dark, my heart just melted away, when we walked the night away.

Thought I had found love, I thought I had found me
I thought I had found her, but then there was him.
How one small little heartache- can push us to the brink.
But she tore through my heart- baby...I am so into you.
And I ain't giving you up- I am so into you.

How do you love in four roses? How do you love in a crowd?
How do you stop yourself from holding on, when your heart beats too loud?
Now that I’ve found her, could I ever let her go?
Then I see her across the room...who needs a name...
For in the dark...my heart just melted away...

Thought I had found love, I thought I had found me
I thought I had found her, but then there was him.
How one small little heartache- can push us to the brink.
But she tore through my heart- baby...I am so into you.
And I ain't giving you up- I am so into you.

And now, this is how I feel.

And now, this is how I feel.

It’s the way we sleep. Years of familiarity has tied me to you in this strangely comfortable way. When you lie next to me, I cannot but reach out of your arm and hold just that much to me. Just you arm, or your hand or a finger. Some bit of your skin, the baby soft smell. I wonder at times how a man can smell that way. But that smell is my security blanket. I won’t tell you how it feels to not have that around me. Sleeping next to anyone else I don’t reach out. With you – it is as natural as breathing. No matter how angry I am, no matter what passed. When you lie next to me, sleeping, I have to hold on to you.
I know no matter how I tuck my feet in between yours, or entwine our fingers- you won’t find it strange. You will just make place for me. Warm my freezing toes. Put your hand casually on me. Sometimes you have pushed me away, in anger. But then when you sleep, my head is back on your arm.
I don’t know how else to sleep.
I never learnt.

Painted

Blue stained, window pane brown,
Pain in red and dirt,
Highlighted in my notes in acrid pink. The marker fluorescence.
Baby boy blue, turquoise, cobalt, prussian love bites and smiles.
Baby dark purple, dying love lace in tangles, around ebony curls and cheek stain pink.
Yellow dreams and sepia edges of sticky photographs, inky doodles, orange red orange sunlight, rips a little hole in my heart
Bottle green shadows on my shoulder, the midnight blue eyes of a love I am hiding,
The cascading bright green from falling rains on my open palms that I throw at you in a bunch.
Liquid red in dead green. Spills over, the tanned brown skin rolls all over a stark metallic grey soul.
In black and white. You I keep ensconced.