Kiss me softly 
right where my wings unfold,
hold me like your tears carry promises
deeper than the wounds
your fingernails have dug in my spine

but please, darling,
don't hand me flowers
your fingertips can't bend to the will of,
and don't you dare point at stars
your arms will never reach

because this doorway is used to seeing
your shadow go and come around
and these walls have seen you
take much and give little 

your ego is used to feeding off
of this my will to stay,
a will that’s slowly eating me away

and though my lips stay craving
the lining of your body,
my heart is starving
for something real.