I am the tremble in your voice as you let the first tear fall. I am the vacancy in your state when the voices won't leave you be. I am the lurid marks beneath your eyes, formed by sleep deprivation. I am the heavy pant that escapes your lungs when your shirt is drenched in salt. You are the sliver of light that slips through the cracks of my body. You are the ecstasy that I feel while singing songs of you. You are the slight comfort that comes when I drift into slumber. You are the pigment in my tortured eyes. The best parts of me belong to you, but I am the worst part of you. I am still baffled by how I managed to corrupt you, you shouldn't have let me in.