I miss the way that my heart would fall out of my chest.
When your pale blue eyes would settle in mine.
Pushed into what I thought was your heart, was only just the start.
I’ve become a mess, all apart in this establishment.
With out care or knowing where or how we are.
All I know is your skin is pure art.
Breath heavy, yet shallow. Holds so much weight.
Upon my chest you leave shadows.
This will leave me breathless, almost, but completely restless.