Suddenly, the nights seem to end so much quicker and the days just keep dragging onto forever. Futility overcomes me as I continue being spread too thin and snap. I am caught in these moments where I finally forget all the rules, all that need not- cannot be spoken, and capsize under the bludgeoning weight of your smoldering stare. Don't you dare; my body is drenched in crude kerosene holding a matchbox in one hand and a single stick in the other, waiting on your signal to strike. 12 seconds are all I need to grab you by the shoulders, push you against a wall, unbuckle your calm and composure, wrinkle away your wry smile, place my hand upon your heart and press my lips unto your ear and whisper, "Happy New Year". Love is the only thing we lust for in all our ravenous rendezvous, our always close calls with death; we drown ourselves in all that we will never be. I want to kiss you like a song, like I'm a siren who'll soak up all of you till you're long gone. In my fondest memories you will always look so lividly leonine, lifting me up above the floor, against the core of gravity, against the smell of petrichor. We will surely sink and sear into infinite obsidian with this wanton, barren, passion and so, why not enjoy swimming in the shallow, cerulean, sea of pretty little lies that come prior? What say you, love?