what is there to love about me
there have been pieces of me that i have left behind where i walked
and in their place there are burn marks where you touched my skin.
i am not whole
and i need you much more than you know, because someday i'll lose myself completely

everything you touch is alchemy in the sense that everything you touch is golden, everything you are is golden, you are golden

pieces of her existence would fall into place around me
like the moonlit sky meeting the horizon
and that's when i knew i was at home with her

just like tears falling onto my scarred cheeks. i scratched them in my sleep-
i was having a nightmare. i thought i was losing you.
i only dream in black and white
and maybe that's why i can't tell the difference between you and the empty page in front of me,
and why finding my true colours was so difficult-
because i was darkness and you were the light.

for some unforeseen reason you're always there at the back of my mind and i don't know why- it's not like i'm in LOVE with you, right?
i'm not totally sane and everything i do has traces of you in it and whenever i think of you my heart stops beating for a moment
you are the blood that flows through my veins and you are never there but at the same time you are always right at the back of my mind

take me to the moon
show me the stars
show me your colours
i'll show you my scars
fix my heart
i'll make yours skip beats
fall asleep in my arms,
wake up,
repeat

you ruined me
you made me crave your touch,
become addicted to your voice.
i write on walls,
letters that i'll never post.
i pray to nobody, curse at everybody.
i want nothing but you, but you're
there
and i'm all the way
here
and it's all pain here.