the ripples of smoke emanating from your cherry kissed lips make me want to become a smoker (will it look that beautiful in my lungs?)

and you appear like dew in the morning when your eyes are bloodshot from lack of sleep (you still look handsome as ever, though)

your gravity is pulling on my bones and i can't find a more perfect shade of blue than in your eyes

it's like i'm underwater (my breathing has never been so still) and you make even drowning seem peaceful

i can't let go of your spirit but merely accept it's presence in my veins

you're bruising my bloodstream, but i want you to stay