something more.

there's more than meets the eye.  always. 
what is said is most likely not what is meant.  so, read between the lines.  
it's a balancing act of reading your mind, yet not assuming anything because i could always be wrong.  but am i wrong?  probably not.  which to be honest is my biggest fear, because then i'm just pulling the wool over my own eyes... convincing myself it isn't what it seems.  the facts in front of me were formed out of fear, not love.  or were they?  i should know better.  but i don't because the circumstances change like water and it never stands still long enough for me to get a handle on it. 
so i trip and fall down.  again and again and again and again and again.  it's tiring.  but i'll get back up.  the question is this time will you be standing in the future?  there's a small part of me that just hopes you're not.  then it isn't me who couldn't handle the fall out, it was you.  i'm not sure why, but somehow that feels better.  and then i remember the feeling in the early morning as dawn is breaking.  in a deep slumber with unadulterated thoughts you reach out under the covers and draw me into your chest and we begin to breathe as one.  and it's the feeling that has me hooked on you like a drug deep in my veins that i can't live without.  but the drug doesn't feel anything... just the person who uses it.