You don't know how much I long
to feel your fingerprints on my skin
but your love, darling, doesn't come from within,
just false promises laying on your tongue

Each bruise you draw on my body
is a temporarily memory to something warm
which causes me to indirectly self-harm
because I can't live without the melody

Of broken words lingering into the air
my body painfully haunted by your hands
vanished dreams widely spread over unvisited lands
still wishing to bury my fingers in your hair

And whisper "I love you" on every corner
of streets where we smoked cigarettes
whose smoke emerged to far away places
where our love isn't getting any colder

Than the eyes of an abused mother
holding in her bare hands her dead-born baby
perpetual silently mouthing "Sorry"
for loving the wrong significant other.