I need the the feeling of lips on lips
To patch the damage done
I need you to repair me with your touch
Break my walls one by one

breeeathe

r ~ 10/18/14

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

I fell for the sparkle in your eye
you gave me ambition,
a new thing I was willing to try.


I fell for the life in your eye
I felt alive again,
no longer would I need to die.


I fell for the love in your eye
my heart was no longer leaking,
you soaked it dry.