I want to touch your soul,
Not just your body.
I want to feel your heartbeat,
Right against my heart.

Skin on top of skin,
No sheets inbetween.
Places untouched,
Will soon be discovered.

I'll fix your heart,
If you'll fix mine.
I'll kiss your lips,
And hold you tight.

Nothing will harm you,
I can promise you that.
I'll be there for you,
Till the end of time.

God, the scent of us afterward,
The crazy mess of our love.
Left over pieces of us,
Could be put back together.

As you trace my scars,
I let out a moan.
You know why
I'm scared.

Scared of what comes next,
Because I'm scarred from the last time.
I'm broken because of him,
But you, her, she, you, plan to make me feel
Loved.

                                                    ­                          That'll never happen though
It's just a dream.
A stupid fantasy.
You'll never want to touch my soul
My body
Or listen to my heartbeat.
You don't want
My lips on yours
You don't like
The scent of my skin
You hate
My moans.
And I know
You don't plan to put together the
Broken pieces of me.


So, why is it that I want you?