He sings me poems
And paints landscapes
On my alabaster flesh,
Tells me
Write a ******* story
That I'd want
My kids to live.

He can't love me
Like I love him.
But for one night
Let's me borrow
The love I give.
I take it back.
Cherish this ****.
I'm once in a lifetime,
That
I'll never find.

So he sings me poems
And paints with his
Mouth
On my skin.
And i steal my love
Back from him,
So I know what it's like
To feel fire
On my skin
And not be dying
Over and over and over
Again.
Because

I'll never be loved like i love.