Touching you is like electricity on my tinger tips,

your arms surrounding me is pleasure to my vains,

breathing without your lips is to struggle.

Gracing me with your presence is denying me of air,

you like fire burn the people that touch you

I need you, no.  I want you.

You tell me of a future that can never be true,

and you lie to me when you say you love me.

Isnt this how it always goes?

I can scream at you all i want and you would never blink an eye,

you who is so focused on your self cant see,

you left me in rubble.

I who loved you for who you where, you killed the only part of me living,

but dont worry about me I'll be fine.

Until one day I'm just like you.