Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Recoil. Withdraw. Repeat.

Ever elusive, all too reclusive -- like a distant star fading fast.
I let you in, to let you go -- like an ephemeral moment, I won't last.
I don't feel it in my heart, I feel it in my head.
I don't feel feelings of love, just hurt instead.

Drink me in, I'll pour you out.
Taste my skin, I'll quench your doubt.
Fill me up... and I'll nourish you.
Act like you mean it, while I'll only pretend to.