You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul

One day, you're hot
like sunspots,
the next, you're cold
like frozen dewdrops.

I am blown away
by your kindness
& generosity,
blinded by your ferocity
& enamored
with your brilliance.

You're never lukewarm
nor moderate,
you're the perfect storm
touching my heart,
that I love so much.

Your breath caressing the corners of my mind.
Your finger tips pressed against my translucent skin.

My pale blue veins are on display for you to see; strung across my collar bone and chest like lights on a Christmas tree.

I've never been one to self inflict pain, but I've never had a problem letting someone else take the reigns.
In the end it hurts all the same.

& so your lips are like knives on my skin. But it feels so good, the way I bleed out and you breathe me in.

because im happy i dropped my insecurities
because im happy i love everybody
because im happy im full of energy
because im happy i lost my fear
because im happy im free
because im happy i dont care
because im happy im aware