At the Time.

i don't remember how how this is supposed to go. am i supposed to know? should i feel this sick to my stomache? the taste of alcohol takes over and it feels so right at the time. from what i can remember.. at the time. if i had a dime for everytime something like this happened; i'd be filthy rich by noon tomorrow. if i could feel myself moving now if i could be more aware maybe i'd be just as scared as you appear. maybe i'd be able to taste the sorrow in your tears. darling this is just not the time nor the place. i know it feels like a race; resist it. i want to tell you open up my wounds and show you the endless black you don't see. heal the red and give it back to you. turn the tables understand the childish fable you wrote for me. the day we met; talk about feeling this high. so far up i'd have to reach down to touch the sky. if you could make it feel that way everytime i wouldn't need all those dimes. help me shine drain the swelling and the ruthless head and heart-ache. could this become the worst mistake i've made yet? please make it perfect accept it don't reject it. don't feel the machines we can wipe this world clear clean away all the suffering and disease. together. with one hand with one touch overpowering this force is just too much.. maybe just too much.. too much at the time? and with you i still don't need all those dimes. love michelle.