It's Dangerous to be Intimate

what danger possibly lays in intimacy the fact that somehow everything is seen... all the scars all the bruises all the pain it comes flooding back again. and holding on tight to everything that isn't necessarily right wondering what will become when morning overcomes the night. all they want is love and what they've got is lust all that's offered can't be enough and yet trusting believing holding... hoping saying things that have no meaning. false bedroom eyes peering through the mask it's such a shame that the masquerade is almost over the truth lays on the floor tangled in clothes and intimates sheets wrapped up in tangled legs it's too much where is the pain? the danger in intimacy is commitment attachment all the regrets and things wished to be yet forget... forget what? the danger is... i might actually really ... miss you. xoxo Ellie J