Rolling Waves

It's ok to come along with me
I'm a steady boat in a raging sea
My arms look weak but they're strong enough for you
The silent promises I'll make, the ones you never knew

There's a storm brewing here but we need the rain
You want a life devoid of struggle and free of pain
That ideal thing, I want it too
But more than anything, what I want is you

See how my fingers fit so right with yours?
How your hands perfectly cover the places I was sore?
Your body, a perfect fit to mine
Did you consider any of this a sign?

Take your advice from movies and songs
The ones that stay in your head all day long
Listen to them, they're quite well-versed
Because you've already heard, the blue-eyed ones are the worst.

Unnatural

This pain in my back, I can't figure out what it is
Comes and goes and kills and eases
You're that way too

Engulfed in a flame, all thoughts on you
Can't turn them off, consumed by the fear of burning alive
My skin was melting but I was ok with it
Because when I was the burn, you were the aloe

Before yesterday, you were the sunshine
Warm and inviting and the least thing from scary
But I didn't wear sunscreen or move out of your light
And you're burning me now

You're burning me now
Stinging me now
Melting me now

You're killing me now.

Where the Good Ones Go

It's summer skin time
The freckles on my nose from a day outside
The sickly refreshing smell of sunscreen
New sunglasses, big hats
Farmer's tan lines
(That's one way to remember how cute you looked in that top)
Sweaty hair
Sticky legs

It's too hot to touch each other but I'll do it anyway
Dingy basements because they're cool
Mid-set sneak-aways to make-out glory
(We'll be back in a minute)

Fruity drinks, craft beers, bottled water
Food truck snacks, bar food dinners
(This isn't on my diet)
Spending too much money on indulgence
Breaking rules because it's a special occasion

Aching eardrums, tired feet
New friendships and stronger old ones
Lack of rest
One more drink, then bedtime
Falling asleep with a smile on my face

I'm ready for the freckles on my nose.

Yellow

You love to hate me

Send me eyes as daggers for parting gifts
Cut me out like tags on your new t-shirt
Throw me in the trash
Take me to the curb

Regret it a week later when the shirt doesn't fit.