You're touches were like a thousand pins and needles.
They were hard and forceful,
when I reminisce the skin in certain spots still tingles.
Burned into the back of my head is the way I knew your eyes like the back of my hands.
Intoxication saw those blue lights shone differently that night with irreciprocatable demands.
One year later and the word friend still sounds so foreign to me,
One year later and the spiders that hold my cells together remind when its time to flee.
I can almost still taste the Jaeger on your hot tongue,
Nightmares of just your face keep me conscious until my windows find the sun.
It doesn't seem fair that I have to pick up pieces to a mess I didn't create.
But when I do I use the pieces of a borrowed backbone that my love lent me to keep us safe.