i am letting you break my heart, and i hope you are having fun pulling on the strings, testing to see when they will thin and twist and snap. i gave you the power to create a new world within me or burn my familiar one down with one swift, effortless movement. you are ruthlessly destructive; clawing at the blue eyes that envelop themselves into your warm embrace whenever you lay beside me, your narrow, long fingers brushing themselves slowly up my thigh until you reach my waist. you are scratching at the soft ears who ever so softly heard no other element but that of your beating heart when they were pressed so smoothly upon your chest. you are consciously fumbling with the seams of these bare, desolate lips, the same ones that nervously yearn for even just a glimpse of yours when her bones shake, her nature aches, her silly grin fades off of the same lips that you are threatening to destroy; for each time you lay your finger against the trigger, i am tempted to pull it myself.