he punctured my heart with wires that ran through the veins in my skin and connected back to his.

he placed a finger to my lips and ran his thumb over the harsh flesh I had bitten down and drawn blood from.

his eyes remained sharp but still soft with bags that were evident of sleepless nights, still filled with potential and shocks of blue.

it was hard to keep my gaze locked on his, so my eyes averted to the floor.

shocked at this notion, he lifted my chin with his finger and held my face sturdy in his warm hands.

he filled me with purpose and life while flames of lust and love danced within the irises of our own eyes.

our hearts soon began to race beneath the surface of our skin, ready to escape from the confined space of our rib cages.

the wires made us one, just two animals feeding off each other's desires and touch.

I knew nothing would ever be as good as him.

nobodies love would ever equal his.