fatal kisses,
& ego trips.


holding hands,
but cutting ties.


longing for control,
yet, with hungry eyes.


insatiable thirst,
for breaking hearts.

I'm *******, squared, almost times a hundred,
not over you, but I am trying to make the best of it,
don't hate me for it, I'll adore you until my last breath.

friends at the start, hugged my computer a thousand times,
I wrote you a million poems for the remainder of our time,
never wanted to fall, but I crumbled from your voice,
simply can't deny this, it was the ultimate kind of love.

if you bit into my heart, I'd take your poison willingly,
I think so fondly of you, I just wish that you could love me too.

it's not of the physical,
more of the body language
fingers through hair, heart to heart,
resuscitation of love.

attached are the features we crave
to know skin-deep,
from the morning eyes
to darkest clouds
upon us.

I found what I sought to
go beyond for,
all in the hands of
my beloved.

your empty eyes tell me to be-
cautious in currently present time,
I feel your pain and it's mine too,
broken mind and darkened soul,
would give my heart to save yours.