You have made me do some things
I am not certain I'm proud of
You have made me say some things
my mouth has not even figured out yet,
Stuck in between not pronounced
"I love you's"
and should have said
"Don't hurt me's"
My heart and
my body
drowned in alcohol
pounding pain
Searching for even more
regrets with every single
bit, every single kiss,
every single touch,
and I regret myself from meeting you.

I'd like to think that you were made for me.
That our heart shaped lips, were the symbol of our synchronized beat.
& that the way that I love you, was meant for the world to see.
& the mirrors I look into, never reflect the image of me without you.
Such a rare kind of love, only blessing a few. Understanding one another, like in a previous life you were me & I was you.
Like a pod with two peas, we were intended to be a pair.
Risking our lives to separate, should we dare.
I'd like to think that you were made for me.
For the way that I love you is so deep, & dearly.
& maybe one day my thoughts will become reality. Shouted from roof tops in a matter of  factuality.