Come a little closer so
I can passionately devourer you .

I used to b happy .
Is like saying I used to breathe .
When did I decide to stop breathing .
The sweet , soft , air .
When did I decide it was ok to let a man determine my happiness .
When did I stop looking at the sky & start Staring  at the ground .
When did I stop looking in the mirror ?
When did life become a headache instead of a blessing .
I was overcome w this obsession to prove my pure , untainted love to u.
I was no longer worried about me .
Simply consumed w intoxicating , dangerous thoughts of loving u .
But our love is no longer pure , now it's like a dying rose .
Dry , dark , hard . Yet still beautiful .
Some people save their dead roses .
Right ?

Ever felt trapped?
Smothered
Suffocated
No escape
No way out
Short of breath
Short of sight
One way
Dead end
Ever felt trapped in a memory?



With no desire to find a way out .

Love is how I stare at u .
Long , slow , without any thoughts .

Love is how I kiss u.
Strong , fierce , greedy , and hungry for more.

Love is how I yearn to hold u.
Tight , close , desperately awaiting your next touch .

Love is how I dance at midnight for u.
Naked, bare, slow , ready to rupture .

Love is 1:52 AM , your asleep and I'm here admiring u .