Take me to a place where only you know exists and touch me without using your hands. Tell me about the absence your eyes speak of, so loud I can't hear myself. Create something out of me, carve me as beautiful as your words. Make me lose myself in a way I'm not lost, like the way the sun is at its most glorious moment even as it leaves. Broken dreams and soulless kisses, sins so many you've been sold to the devil. Tell me how they left, some died and some just went. I'll collect your pieces like souvenirs, all broken parts of an angel. Something about the way I can feel secrets beating in your chest. Vacant eyes that ask for permission to die, to leave and let live, let you go to meet your peace. You hold an ache that doesn't want to be healed. It reminds you of where you've been and the reality of life's ***** tricks. She left her love letters in the marks on your skin. We're made of mistakes and regrets and lies we'd whisper all over again. I claim your brokenness that completes mine. You say you're not good, well then your bad compliments my wrongs. And even if we never do anything right, I want to be, just be, in your presence.