Peeling Off the Sunburn

the spark is still between us. electricity, he always comes with lightning. he knows i can't resist a storm. july is ending, again. sunburnt, peeling in my bed. last month's dead cells sticking to the wall above the spot i got too mad. lauging with kings, you bought me a drink and i haven't seen you so happy in a while. my god, it's been a while since the conversation failed to end. even the bits of frustration felt gentler. although, i still apologize. kisses running up your spine, how i wish you were all mine. you told me you couldn't tell if i was dead or alive. kept asking if i was losing my mind. told me i needed to eat. you didn't get angry with me. not once. not one single time did you lose your temper trying to understand mine. we got our picture taken at the bar and you put your arm around me. all night long, you had your hands all over me. you wrapped your night around me, and made me feel higher than god. i almost called you baby, but not even i am that daft. no one makes me feel like way, and i wanted to tell you i'm losing my mind from all the things i do not say.