I want my fingers to trace your every outline,
I want to paint a picture with my hands.

I'm not okay,
Why are you?

I'll just keep telling myself that I don't need you.
My mom always told me not to lie to others but she never said anything about lying to myself.

I like anything that's bad for me,
Which must be why I fell for you.

I want to touch you.
I want to feel your smooth skin,
Run my finger tips across your forehead,
Around the arches of your cheek bones,
And through the deep valley of your lips.
I want to intertwine your legs with mine,
And feel your cold hands make icy trails down my spine.
I want to lose my hands in your hair,
And be burned by your mouth moving across my neck.
I want to travel into your memories,
And get tangled in your thoughts.
I want to look into your eyes forever,
And be frozen there in time.
I want to drown in your sheets,
And get lost with your body.
I want you to be mine,
And I want to be yours.

You made me rethink my destination in life,
And that alone speaks more about how I feel than any sappy ******* I could write down in my journal.

You are like the coffee stain on my favorite white shirt.
The accident I didn't see coming,
The mess I was unable to clean up.