Her words are sharp & could cut your soul
Her eyes could sting your skin if you look into them for too long
Her hair strands are like soft violin strings that sounds like the perfect harmony
Her thoughts are like a bow and arrow, if you listen to them they could **** you
But when it comes to her heart,
you won't hear a thing
There is no rhythm of her pulse
It is the most silent place on earth
That is why I warn you to never fall in love with her
Don't do it, because soon you'll be the who's heartless with no rhythm in your pulse
Then it'd be too late
She has already wounded your soul
Stung your skin
Your hands will soon feel frigid
Your pulse will slowly start to pass into oblivion
Now there's no rhythm of your pulse.

Let me leave the print of my lips on your collarbone
Let me whisper my poetry softly into your ear at midnight
Maybe you should let my hands dance on your skin
Let my fingers brush through your hair
Our bodies pressed onto each other
Let our voices make beautiful music
Tell me your secrets & I'll tell you mine
Tell me you love me just for tonight

Just for tonight

& in the morning I'll be gone
The only thing you'll have left of me is the print of my lips
The vague memory of my words
The marks my fingertips left on your body
My scent pressed onto your sheets
The melody of our voices together
The secrets that were told
The secret was, you were never mine & I was never yours.

I once had a dream that I was painting beautiful artwork onto a canvas,
I woke up and found myself tracing over every line carved into the palm of your hands with my fingertips.
You're the most alluring piece of artwork my eyes have ever met.
The sunlight of the Sunday morning was sneaking its way in through the window, giving your soul a radiant glow.
You were lying there still, profoundly in your sleep.
Your chest rising up and down to the rhythm of your breath.
I rest my head on your left shoulder and I can hear every blood cell moving through your body.
Your eyes start to slowly open.
Your smile is the reason I wake up in the morning.
Our eyes greet without saying a word, then our lips find each other and wrap themselves within.
Soon our bodies are so enlaced that we are no longer two different bodies; we became one.
How lovely it is to share your all with another human being.
How lovely it is to see the perfect piece of artwork wrapped within your arms.

So many broken pieces inside of me, I don't know where to start.
Maybe if I rip my skin open I can untangle my veins and put them back into place.
Maybe if I tear my lungs apart I can scrape off every bit of you that I inhaled.
Perhaps I can examine every bone and count every crack you made and multiply it by every inch of skin your lips brushed on my body.
Maybe if I cut my stomach open I can drip out the lifeless butterflies.
But what's the point anyway?
I can't wash away the memory of you.
No matter what, you'll forever be engraved into my brain.
I try to fix myself by drowning in alcohol.
I try to forget with a midnight smoke.
But I'm torn apart and I can't be fixed.
It's too late.
I'm a dangerous person to love because no matter what,
*I'm always the one who will love you more.

You left traces of venom on my lips
It took away my ability to breathe
My ability to talk
The only sense I could feel was touch
I could feel the venom invading my veins
Slowly your presence began to fade
My eyes were closing
I lost your grip & began falling down a cliff
My corpse landed on a meadow of flowers

I opened my eyes
Realized it was all nothing but a dream
I stood up to take a look in the mirror
My lips were left with your bite marks
You left traces of venom on my lips.