Sometimes

Sometimes,

you say the 

right things.

Sometimes, 

you send

the goodnight kisses

and the good morning

hugs.

Sometimes, you

act just

right - 

only I don't

feel 

fire,

I only feel 

just right.

And that, that feeling

that

mysterious force

that keeps the

world spinning

and holds 

everything

together - 

that shouldn't feel

just right.

Sometimes,

I need comfort.

I need to stop

the banging in 

my head,

and the tears

in my soul,

and the

screaming

in my chest. 

And you're there,

and it makes it

all melt away.

Swept by the 

rush of

skin on skin

and physical desire,

and the comfort

of not being

alone. 

But that's just

sometimes,

and sometimes

isn't always,

and I need

an always

more than a 

sometimes,

most of the time.