its his hands on me
but i can only feel yours.

its his lips on mine
but i can only taste yours

its him whispering my name
but i only moan yours.

there are rivers of fire
under her pale skin
and every time
she opens her eyes
she pours light
into this dark
lonely universe
she's fragile,
but she's magic.

you cared a little less yesterday.
i should've been grateful
because you don't at all today.

and then he looked at me,
like there was something worth looking at.