You told me I had a heart of gold
And I thought you were King Midas himself.
It turns out all you touch turns to ****,
And your heart is nothing but pyrite.
I guess that makes me the fool.

Desire
In its truest
Form
Lies deep
Within
My core
And only
Wakes
For you.

My eyes
Have lost their
Affinity
For flowers and
Sunsets
Because no
Lavender petals
Or vermilion sky
Compares to
The black that
Spreads throughout
My being when
Your eyes
Look right
Through me

My ears
Have lost
Their taste
For music and
Laughter
Because no string
Of notes
Could play
Such a beautiful
Melody
As the one
That accidentally
Erupts
From your
Clumsy lips

My mouth
Has lost
Its appetite
For
Food and
Water;
It only
Craves
The movement and
Taste
Of your
Tongue
Which
Sustains me

Cotton
And fur
Are like
Rusty razor
Blades
For
My hands
Have only
A feel
For
You and
Your skin like
Seawater;
So course that
It smooths
My edges

My skin
Does not
Seek
Warm rays of
Sun or
Soothing mists
Of Water,
Only
The heat
Of your palm
And
The pain
Of
Your steadfast
Grip

My legs
Cannot
Slowly stroll
Nor run
For my life.
My muscles
Are tight and
Constricted with
An unrequited
Longing
For you

My bones
And organs
Feel as if
They are running
Out
Of room
Because my
Insides
Have been
Consumed
By
You.

I fell in love all over again
With the faint freckles on your nose
and the soft lavender under your eyes.
Every minuscule feature enchanted me
as I watched your body gently rise and fall
with every breath, like the tide.
I saw the blood pump through your veins
and felt your heart beat slightly out of time.
The heart that keeps you -
and incidentally me - alive.