My idea of living life on the edge
is going to bed without
brushing my teeth and I’ll lie
down next to you and whisper
that I can feel the cavities growing
and you’ll chuckle as
I jump up and sprint towards
the bathroom.
I’m afraid that I’m no
adrenaline rush and I’m afraid
that this monotony will
not keep you in my arms much longer.
I’m afraid that we’re not
dancing enough and I’m
afraid that our kisses are far
too short  because I
want to be so lost in you
that I don’t remember how to
breath and I’ve started writing poems
in pen to prove that I’m
not afraid of making mistakes.
This life I’ve created for myself
dissatisfies me and
I want more.