Beautiful Delusions

I like you because you don’t make sense

You put me on the defense

Because you can’t attack if the other army is on the fence

Lingering through your mind

I think I wanted to find

Something I couldn’t discover

I love that I can’t uncover

Thin spots of skin

That can take me under

Yet you are anesthesia

You make me numb

I don’t how to act

React

Not become dumb

Because you strum me like a guitar

Yet don’t play me

You invigorate me

Restate me

Into a state of confusion

Beautiful delusions

You ask me questions I’m afraid to answer

And it doesn’t feel like intrusion

It feels right

You’ve got this light

That has redesigned my sight

Because I’m surrounded in smoke

Dumbfounded by things your heart wrote

And I thought I was trying to reach the castle

But I’m more fascinated by the moat

I want to go fishing for your demons

Begin runs for treasure

Because you’re the kind of guy that stimulates

Together and forever

I don’t have balls but I’m tethered

To you

To the things I don’t know if you’ll do

Because mystery is hot

And you’ve shot me with adrenaline

Inquiry

This feeling that you distantly admire me

That fires me

With all these passions all too early

You twirl me like a baton

And I’m terrified of being dropped

Or topped by another spectacle

Because regardless of how thick we make them

Nothing shatters quite as quickly as a shell

And this spell

You’ve cast on me

Is doing swell

Because damn it lasts on me

And normally feeling this way inhibits my ability to breathe

But this just breeds the inhalation

Because each particle of oxygen I take in feels like celebration

Of your soft spoken deliberation

Your love of creation

And no need for stimulation

Because I watch the way you watch things

And it makes me feel alive

For the first time

And I’m looking for a sign of no signs

Time in a land without it

Because my circulation has been having a fit

Ever since the guy who I thought couldn’t stand me

Hasn’t stood me up

But helped me stand up

You’re the water pouring out of the overfilled cup

I don’t know where you’ll flow

And I love that I can’t understand you

Because I can’t predict where we’ll go.