Paper Hearts: Puffin's Lyrics

He fails to see the beauty that flows with me; 

it's a beauty that slows my breathing each time

the light catches his eyes. 

I forget the words on the tip of my tongue when he wraps his arms around me. 

My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him as if my life depends on it.

(And maybe it does.) 

He ignites the spark of youth that lies deep within me.

I struggle to put into words all that I feel for him.

It's running through my veins, while he and I play hide and seek.

I orgasm to the sound of his heartbeat as he pushes his hips into mine.

All I can smell is him. 

His fingers dance around my ribs, the softest touch kissing my scars.

Dancing on the coastline,

getting lost in the surf.

Salty air takes us away to a place all our own.

We lay in the sand talking about all the things that could be. 

He makes me believe in fairy tales.

He makes me doubt fairy tales.

I've given him so much that I'm afraid that it will all end in

the darkest light.

I can't imagine a world without him and I don't want to.

For the better part of 5 years, he's been the axis in which my world spins

carrying me away to amazing and exotic places.

Laughter on the telephone.

Text messages that make our hearts race.

Photos that remind us to keep up the pace.

Fights that hurt.

Words that aim to kill.

But he's my first to none. 

The skeletons hidden under the floorboards of his home mean nothing to me.

It was before I knew him; before he knew me.

He taught me the most important lesson of all;

you need don't need to hate yourself in order to love yourself.

You don't need to get lost in yourself to find yourself.

Over the years I've seen you change for the worse and for the better. 

We got lost in the hope of living for the future, we forgot to live in the present;

Now, all we have is each other, and neither of us would have it any other way.

When I look at you I think to myself I don't need anything more. 

When I first laid eyes on you, I knew I needed to make you mine.

I knew I needed to have you; 

on the bed, on the couch, on the floor.

I wanted you to love me in all the ways that I needed to be loved.

The words were always gripping the back of my throat. 

I bumbled when I first started talking to you, but that was okay

because you were nervous too.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, curiosity and a longing that I knew to 

be just as deep as my own.

Our laughter turned into a symphony for only two.

I've never felt a desire like this before.

The softness of your t-shirts against my skin.

The way they smell of you; not your cologne or aftershave,

but you.

A gentle, warm scent. 

I smell your arousal and it only makes me want to seduce you more.

You lay your head in my lap, allowing me to play with your hair.

I love when you let me be the big spoon.

I'm so needy when I'm with you.

I can't explain it,

it scares me, but I secretly want it too. 

I love you but I hate the mean spirited things you do.

I ignore the painful things that I know to be true.

For the longest time, I didn't feel as if I was your equal, 

but that I was something of an understudy.

With bloody knees and broken bones,

you're always the one adding insult to injury.

Even in your worst moments, I still ache to have you inside me,

to be inside you.

Despite all the years that have past, the flame still burns as bright

as when I first met you.