Labyrinths coating your cerulean iris'
The kind I can't help but get lost in
And slowly lose myself in
Every visit to your bedroom
My lust thickens
Viscous like honey  
Slowly solidifying
You
Holding every piece of me
Previously scattered
Now compact, dense

The anxiety of trusting you
Is so much more difficult than it should be
You are mine and I
should believe the rare
occasions you tell me
how you feel about me.
Are they even true?
Or do you just tell me
What I want to hear
When you know I’m swallowed whole
By fear of
the future
By fear of
Change
By fear of
My skin against yours
When your skin is against somebody else
Again
Once was enough

My soul is in

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i cry oceans over you

your befogged mind refuses to believe my feelings revolve around you

my hurting is your actions

sprawled within me

trapping me

prisoner to you

and you don’t even know

even if i wanted to leave

i died in you

and now i’m stuck in you

its probably my fault for believing you when you told me ‘forever’

im never permanent

I want you
Clasped around me
Your lips locked with mine
Holy palmers kiss
Blue oceans with black holes,
Expanding, swallowing your iris' whole
Lusting for me
slick
deep
slow
Your fingertips exploring me
Every impurity of my dilapidated skin
wet
soft
hard
My skin smothering yours
I want to be smothered in you
drown in you
suffocate in you
Choked by the idea of you  
breathless
taken back
black and blue.

When You picked Me

I felt like the most beautiful rose

Blooming and bright

But resting in your vase

As you picked another rose

Left me missing my stem