Loving her comes as naturally as breathing,
I inhale her and exhale her
Every single time.

She pinned me to the wall
Breath heavy, legs a p a r t
Like the most beautiful canvas
Begging for art.

I thought if i held her tight enough
That maybe, just maybe
in that moment
I would be able to scrape the splinters, the shards, the shredded, severed pieces
And cram them together in my arms
That maybe, just maybe, I could stop her falling apart.

I was wrong.