Kissing you was like breathing air
Simple and natural
Easy and sweet
But I didn't want air
I craved a forest fire
I needed a tornado to rip through me
I wanted bruises and cuts
But I craved you
For you to be the eye of the storm
To be there as air
So when the winds died
I could still breathe
Because though I wanted heat
Fire dies without air
Just like me, without you.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Kissing you was like breathing air
Simple and natural
Easy and sweet
But I didn't want air
I craved a forest fire
I needed a tornado to rip through me
I wanted bruises and cuts
But I craved you
For you to be the eye of the storm
To be there as air
So when the winds died
I could still breathe
Because though I wanted heat
Fire dies without air
Just like me, without you.
