It starts with a little dizzy And ends with a little sicky It crawls through your skin While your eyes are wide shut And You cant see it -as it crawls under your fingernails- You cant taste it -as it slides down your throat- You cant hear it -as it chuckles into your ear- You cant feel it -as it caresses your face- You cant smell it -as it rots everything you know away- You cant know it -as it takes you away- But It sees you -when you're sitting there- It tastes you -when you unknowingly kiss it- It hears you -when you whisper to your friends- It
I touched your skin today; a narcissistic red, a secret to success that your blush gave away Your glossy smile bounced around me; an intolerable grace, an exhalation possessed by your nagging perfection-- I wish I could be a balloon.