I’ve learned that danger has blue eyes and sunkissed hair, and no matter how hard one tries, once passion ensues no one gets out alive. It’s the reason you and I just can't seem to say “Goodbye.”
That cigarette clenched tightly between your teeth is nothing but a thrilling disguise.
Your effortless smile and poetic mannerisms leave not even a mark upon me, at least not of late.
You ramble on about nothing short of wonder, while your hands move in dramatic gestures telling a story of their own. Yet your eyes remain focused, seemingly glued onto one thing-Me.
We jokingly plan our future full of absurdity and spontaneous decisions as if we’re not on the edge of crumbling.
There’s a silence so deafening I make an attempt to break away. With the slightest but ever so obvious hesitation you take my hand knowing it wasn’t meant for you. 
Whispering forbidden poetry soft and slow
Only you could put the name James Dean to shame
It was then that I decided I could let you destroy me, let you break me down into a thousand pieces before drowning what’s left of my soul.
All this tension gnaws through my skin and spreads to my bones until I’m numb.
The way you grin behind that cloud of smoke makes me ache for something we never had
Suddenly, I feel my heart sink as the moment escalates into thin air- Misconstrued words spew left and right except neither is listening, we’re digging ourselves deeper, closer to our grave.
Our frustrations are many- too many for us it seems.
It’s almost funny, two poets and neither know how to communicate.
There’s an apology lingering around the corner, I accept it

On the way back to the car I squeezed your hand. 
 

  ...You let go.