Every inch of my skin aches to be close to yours
It feels foreign, abandoned
A blank canvas waiting for the ink your hands have
The colors you leave on the insides of my thighs
I proudly show off to my monsters
They were right all along
You're my perfect match
I have so much of you on my soul
Yet I seem to have too little of your tongue on my mouth

When I close my eyes your face is burned into the back of my eyelids
Jesus ******* Christ, you’re in my blood, in my veins
I didn’t know I had room for another soul inside me
For once, I never want someone to stop saving me
While I create and destroy myself
You are one hell of an artist
Creating fires in my lungs with nothing but your scent
You’re the warmth I have always wanted to feel
You’re home

I almost gave in today
I had to put my hands down and force my shaking hands to dive in
You’re the almost that lurks wanted in the back of my mind
With this, it’s always a 50/50 chance
I feel nothing
I feel absolutely everything
I guess it’s worth the risk because I’m still doing it

This is the best kind of almost
We are
But we aren’t
But we could be