gamble on me

hey boy,

i think you should know that you’re twisting my spine into knots and clogging up my arteries and the least you could do is give me a second of your time. i think you should give me a chance. you should know that you make my hands itch when you smile because i want to brush my thumb over your cheekbones. that my shoulders are trembling because i can imagine them resting against your chest, the idea of the warmth shotgunning straight to my nerves.

i think you should know you’re making a relatively sane girl misplace her mind.

and i know you’re so much more than you’ll ever imagine, that you are making me tangle words that once lived tucked safely in my pocket. that my fists are clenched against my legs and my mind is unwound around my skull and you’re just tipping jaunty lips without a thought. 

you see, i’ve been bottling this feeling but carbonation is beginning to shove against the cap. and i can feel it fizzing down the sides, leaking out my fingertips so that all i can tell you is sorry for spilling on your jeans. and that i know i’m not ideal. i know that i get jealous and i’m insecure and i’ll cut your words apart to try and see what’s lurking inside. i know i’ll piss you off and i’ll drive you mad until you’re driving down the freeway slamming your fists against the dashboard.

but, you should know that i’ll also drive you into passion. if you’ll let me, i’ll drag us headfirst into something beautiful. i’ll strip away the bullshit until we’re breathing in the essence of emotions. and for most people, it would be too much. it’d be too strong. but we’re strong enough to match it. we won’t capture the feelings but we’ll dance in step with them.

and it won’t be easy, but i don’t think you want that. i think you want a challenge and if there’s ever been one, it’s me. i can’t say i’ll warm you from the inside out, that i’ll cradle you through gentle waves. but i’ll make you feel. i’ll make you think. i’ll make you breathless and exhilarated and bright-eyed. i’ll be there until flames are licking the back of your legs and your heart is on fire and smoldering behind your ribs. 

so, hey boy, won’t you at least try me on for size?