Maybe I'm use to you
Desiring all your love
Touching me with your weight
Brushing your hands against me
Your hair falling free upon my chest
Your fragrance heightening my senses
Your breath touching upon my skin

Maybe I'm just as faulty as your love
A single touch can tell lies
A single kiss can mean so much
And you're like weeds ready to root
I'm use to you... Maybe

Maybe your thorns have spread
Maybe I like the pluck
Each thorn goes a little deeper
Each bruise over-layered

Maybe you're not as bad
I'm use to you

By: Ilah Relaire