danger of death
there are those moments when you touch me
and electric shocks run through my legs, i swear.
the moments when the whole world seems to just slow down and it's only you, smiling in that dazzling way that you do, such a cliche. then i speak and ruin it. i always ruin it.
i can almost see glass cracking as i realise that i've done it again. you run out of patience, of words, of kisses. my heart drops. it takes years of apologies, the amount of times i've said sorry, sorry, sorry baby, sorry.
don't worry. don't worry or just no reply at all.
what am i even apologizing for? why am i sorry? i've no idea. you just like to hear it. you love knowing that whatever you do, whatever happens, i'll pick up the smashed glass, regardless of the cuts on my palms and the tears on my face and the pain in my heart. i'll miss you and run straight back.
there are moments when you touch me
and 1000 volts of electricity runs through my head.
danger of death.