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Sometimes
the bloodiest battles
with the greatest number
of
casualties
are the ones
fought within
the confines
of our own
warring
souls.
i crave the taste of your tongue on my sweat-speckled skin
as you run your hands down my body
and pull me in harder

grabbing. moaning. scratching.

I have no control
over what my body is doing
when it's under your spell
I'll write love songs on my wrists,
With old, metal blades,
And pretend you can hear the words,
Which I will never say.
But you will never see them,
And I will never speak,
My thoughts are just too heavy,
And my heart is just too weak.
 Feb 2015 Luna Fantasia
kaden
How can I live my life by just breathing?*

You cut my oxygen off when I first saw you.
And
                     then
                                       you
                                                            left...
Please come back to me, I need to lay on your chest and hear your heart beat so I can come back to life again.

I am
nothing* with out you.
            

You
are
           the
*air

        I
breathe
              and
the
                 oxygen
I
              need.

— The End —