Every conversation we have… <br /> <br />I come close to crying out, to an incontrollable anger that can almost take over my body. <br /> <br />Every time you and I touch… <br /> <br />I feel an electricity that should not exist, one that begs me to release it again and again. <br /> <br />And every time I think of your anything… <br /> <br />I get a conflict greater then any war yet fought. <br /> <br />And I relish it. <br /> <br />I get an energy that gets so far under my skin it burns my viens. <br /> <br />I get a sickness in my stomach that tells me I shouldn't be…I shouldn't be thinking this way, but the way it's tosses and turns is just spuring me on and on. <br /> <br />And then there's the questions that always linger in the back of my head. <br /> <br />Can I look at you? <br /> <br />Can I touch you? <br /> <br />Can I love you? <br /> <br />Can I hurt you? <br /> <br />Can I break you? <br /> <br />Can I kill you? <br /> <br />And you know what each of those questions make my persona feel? <br /> <br />Like a fire. <br /> <br />One that was thought to be <br />quelled, one that only gets stronger the more it's repulsed. <br /> <br />And it's like your a special type of water, one that doesn't steam up when you touch and play with a fire. <br /> <br />So now my final question is, <br /> <br />Will I see you tomorrow?<br /><br />Adrian Cordova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/see-you-tomorrow/
