SIDE OF ME

destruction stems from beauty
and you destroy me; though i won't let you in-
side, too close to places that feel pain,
possibly and plausibly impaling me from the in-
side, be-
side the thin water-resistant, not you-resistant skin,
i find your fingers rough and dry.

(somewhat like words you utter,
blunt, coarse, straightfoward, perhaps lacking in thought.
the mere mention of i love you)

drives us crazy, and we spin and shoot these words
back and forth, between each other.
a comparison, a threat, a death (sentence). a phrase,
a phase, a heart,
ablaze: until we stop, drop and roll in ashes.

i urge myself to admit i feel the same way,
the same special way,
that you've been feeling for me and i
fail. because i can't think of you all day,
thinking everyday,
that you've been feeling for me and i
try/sigh/cry/lie/die

for you to understand that i won't let you in-
side, though you're on my side, and always on the right
side, be-onmy-side.

destruction stems from beauty
and you destroy me; "say you'll be-
mine" and i will, i agree, i consent, but i won't let you in-
side, be-
cause i still like hugs better than kisses in-
side of me.

A/N: I haven't written in so long and I'm praying this marks the start of a whole series of poems. THE STARTING LINE! I feel like a factory.