every path,
person,
and decision
I've faced
has been an arrow
pointing me in your direction.
it all seemed devoid of meaning,
pointless,
then with you I was resurrected.
the previously empty side of my bed
is now warm.
my hopefully suggestive attire has been torn.
we met at the end of a chapter,
on the page our basorexia was born.
and ever since
you've used your kiss
like an eraser to apparel and forlorn.
time keeps passing
while we remain
you're all I want
to stay the same.
the lines I crave now
are the ones from your brain
the ones that make me ethereal
in ways unfathomable to feel