Timid bodies under blankets too white to be considered innocent

The way the salt from my freshly formed tears touch your lips and you engulf the last of my cells as if metamorphosis were at work

As your fingers trace the bits of my spine that have broken with each time I've fallen on the floor in the blood of a shattered heart, I can't help cringing because how can I not have trust issues from fingers so familiar to the countless ones before, ones that somehow used their intricate DNA to open my chest and leave it bleeding

I wish a drag of nicotine could replace how addicted I am to the way you whisper into my ear, constantly searching for affirmation because controlling yourself isn't your strong suit, but no amount of inhaling is going to teach my lungs to live without the oxygen I get from each kiss

This is temporary love, the kind of love that leaves you breathless for hours on end day by day until eventually you forget how to breathe, the kind of love that they never warn you about because soulmates must exist and they must come together far better than two people under the influence of red wine can, the kind of love where you wake up in the morning and you get struck by eyes so beautifully caring you can tell you won't last much longer

This is temporary love, but you won't stop

This is temporary love but you know it's addicting because leaving your lips stamped on another one is enough to ensure long after you're gone your love can somehow carry on