I can taste you in my sheets,
Your bare skin made an appearance in an empty place,
I can tell you're cold under my breath,
Waiting to cut me open with your sharp tongue and quick wit,
Dissect me and discard me, I know how good you are at that,
All I am is an empty space,
You've filled that void but god only knows how long you'll stay,
Nothing against you,
I wouldn't either,
Why even ask?
I wouldn't bother,
I am in a long line of blood cells waiting to be pumped through your body,
You have fueled me,
You will also burn me down.