Your eyes like your soul.
Dark; Black as coal.

As I carve your initials into my skin, blood pours from my punctured veins, crying out your name; it echoes, lingering in my ears; haunting my dreams.

Your heart belongs to me,
I clench to it; in the palm of my pale cold, hands.
I feel myself holding onto something that is not mine,
and will never be. (I let go.)  
My mind floods with unanswered questions;
suffocating... I gasp; struggling to breathe.
Why must you cause me so much misery and pain? Yet I find myself doing the same.