I'm relatively positive you enjoy indulging in the fact that I'll always drown for you.
And evidently,
I'm surprised to realize that I live for the moments when you'll look right through me,
and see only confinement.
But how I wish I could only be the blankets that cradle you and more.
To have the opportunity to be smothered by the feel and press of your lips,
your flesh...
and why,
I'd die happily for every second of my life,
but only with the condition that I lose consciousness every time
in the warmth of your arms,
feeling you kiss me
as my heart skips one millionth of a beat.
Only then would I slip away feeling entirely broken
and complete at the same time.