Your teeth shatter everytime you speak.
Your arms break everytime you try to hold me.
Your fingers snap everytime they meet mine.
You are cold and dead.
Finding life only in the darkest of pits.
I'll breath every ounce of air I have into those shriveled lungs of yours.
I'd do anything to see those lips move to the shape of the moon.
To watch the color of your pale skin turn blush.
I'd give anything.