I'm fairly certain that my voice
just went into the trash
along with my last cigarette that you just threw away
because I suddenly can't talk
and my chest is tightening with fear
at the thought of not tasting another kiss from nicotine.

I am your canvas,
your lips are the brush.
decorate me with bruises
the colors of the universe.

We met with smiles,
And we will end in tears...

it takes 28 days for your skin to become new
it will regrow and not be the same as before
so your touch is no longer there on my body
but i can still smell you after weeks of not having you anywhere near as your scent still lingers on me
and i can still see in my head the way you looked at me when we were laying next to each other that day and how you said you would never let me go
the way that our breathing would be synchronized and everything felt right  
i remember all the things you said and how i thought that you were being sincere
and now i don't know anymore
as we have grown distant and everything is slowly changing though you promised it wouldn't
we promised it wouldn't
maybe this is how it's meant to be though
or maybe you're the right person but it's just the wrong time
either way, i miss your voice and your random phone calls where you would call just to tell me how amazing you thought i was
so maybe you weren't lying and meant every word you said but it just wasn't the right moment to say it
maybe another time we'll work out
because i miss your touch and i long for it and i want to see you every 28 days so that your touch will never leave my body but i wish you never left me

Today, today
I lost my mind
Because of you
And because of me

An explosion, an explosion
Happened somewhere in my mind
Because of harsh words
And quick tempers

We shouted, we shouted
Back and forth
Because of me
And we almost died

Can we, can we
Go on without fighting?
Because fighting destroys us
And I feel sick to my stomach when we battle

Will you, will you
Help me, help you
Because we need each other
And we always will