She was oxygen,
But toxic,
Purified but nostalgic,
Transparent but also hard to read.
She was ice water,
Infused with a dime and a quarter,
Costing you to live,
But somehow always keeping you alive.
She was a sunset in black,
A night sky in red,
She spread her thoughts all over your bed,
When she breathed you felt diseased,
And always had the need; to tell her she is beautiful.
You stare when she's not looking,
And stare when she is,
No matter what, you know exactly who she is.
You know everything about her,
Hair and eye colour,
And every single suicidal thought that she had ever had.
You were intertwined with her;
Back street lovers,
Making A ship out of a wreck of two denying hearts and minds.