I'll trace your scars,
with my fingertips,

I'll lace the curves of your imperfections,
with my chapped lips,

I'll bury my nails,
in the flesh of your lethal spine,

I'll mold your broken heart,
until it becomes a piece of mine,

you dared to love my
self destructive self,

and i dared to,
kiss your morphine lips,
knowing that,
if i get a taste,
i'll never stop,
wanting more..