Onto the bed you throw me down,
graze my skin with your fingertips.
You breathe fire against my neck,
then press your lips hard against mine.

You leave a trail of soft kisses down my belly,
sending shivers down my spine.
My legs wrap themselves around you,
while you burn my skin with your tongue,
I whisper his name,
with fingers tangled in your hair.

When I was a child, I never stopped talking.
I always had something to talk about,
even if it's about the plain white walls of my living room.
Everything fascinated me.
'Lets play a game; lets not talk for a while'
I'd stay still for a minute or two,
then start blabbering again.
'You shouldn't talk so much, learn to be quiet, you make too much noise'
The older I got, the quieter I became.
I realized that the less I spoke, the lesser my mom screamed.

'Why do you not speak much?'
I smile and shrug as I try to silence the voices in my head,
and focus on the conversation.
'You don't say much, do you?'
I don't know, nothing fascinates me now.

Whenever I open my mouth to say something,
the voices get louder 'Don't say anything. Learn to be quiet',
and I let the words die on my lips.

With each layer you build of you,
you pull apart a layer of me.
I'm scared by the time you heal,
there'll be nothing left of me.

Same echoes of laughter, empty words.
Same lips on mine, hands on my waist.
Same tears shed, melancholic nights.
Same lump in my throat, heaviness in my chest.
Just a different face each time.

When I met you, you were struggling to pick up
The broken pieces of you she had left scattered all over the place.
You were bruised and scarred and I wanted to hold you and kiss the pain away.
You looked at me and I knew what you felt; I was you once when he tore me apart, I’ve walked the same road you're on.
I know the wild beasts that live there, I've made my peace with them.
You'll meet them too. I know it scares you and
I want to ease your mind, tell you it gets better,
but I know I have to let you figure that out for yourself.
Because that's how you grow,
That's how you become stronger,
That's how you heal.
I can't fix you, and I'm sorry for that,
You are your own saviour.
I'll swallow my feelings for now because this is about you and you only.
This is about you finding the light at the end of the tunnel.
And I won't ask you to walk faster because I'm way ahead of you on this road.
Instead, I'll wait here with open arms.
When you find yourself, you can find me.
When you're ready for it, you can walk with me.

I’m slowly rebuilding walls
that I had let fall to let you in.
For you’re starting to taste bittersweet,
and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get rid of your flavour.

I still remember the taste of your lips on mine,
My legs like jelly and belly full of butterflies.