I want to feed on your heart more than I want to feel your lips, kisses don't heal bruises, bandage solutions don't wash away mistakes.
I have a tendency to love what leaves, and as I wait for rightful affection, you've made my heart into a mindless metronome, one side of me head over heels for you, cannot think of ever leaving you, but then once again, 12 am reminds me of exactly why I absolutely loathe you.
I could have devoured you, swallowed you whole, coated myself with your very essence, but, I could talk infinity into trading its forever for a nanosecond of you and nothing would change; I'm just a plan B for you.
I want to say I meant "I love you", you made some moments truly magical so, thankyou for stopping by, but I cannot let you place the moon in my sky.