I'm a poet, and I know it

So poetry doesn't technically count as "blogging" but I wrote these a month or so ago and felt the need to share them since I haven't written in about a dark age so BOOM! Here ya go kids:

Absent Minded

Take back what you said.

It’s not what you said we’d say.

Take back what I heard you say.

It’s not too late; it’s not too late tonight.

We’re absent, our minds.

Tonight, when we’re alone, you’ll enter my bones.

And that’s when I’ll come alive.

Breathing slowly, help me to see what I need to survive.

Tonight, later when the time is right,

Under the intoxicant light, I’ll choke on my dark moans.

Look at the mess we’ve made.

I gave you all control, but you’re suffocating me.

Follow my lead, oh, how I need somebody.

I’ve looked everywhere, haven’t found him yet.

It’s not too late, I still see straight.

Let me go, let me go.

Before it’s too late,

And I keep coming back for more.

Resurrected Fear

Is this how you want me? One more smile, one more bed?

I know you hate it, but wait just a little bit more.

No, stop, please hurry; come take what you came here for.

My lust is burning, don’t let me slip away.

Then you touched me, in the background.

It broke me, I broke down.

Pulled me closer, in the background.

Oh, I didn’t know love could hurt this way.

I’m not your first; you’re not my last.

But you brought me back to life.

Late one night, you set me free.

And I felt complete.

I swear it’s different because I’m lonely.

But they can’t love me; they can’t love what I don’t show.

And this morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love.

And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you.