I touch your chest.
Scraping your skin off with my fingernails,
Layer by layer.
Meticulously.

I reach in.
Slowly snapping the bones back,
Rib by rib.

I watch you breathe.

This is the part I love,
Feeling your heartbeat.
It keeps perfect time.
The blood gushing, it's poetic even.

I take my finger, slightly pressed to the beat.
You're gorgeous like this.
Under the smallest push of my finger.

This won't be clean.
I wrap my hand around the source of it all.
I twist, tug, and pull.    You love it.

I take you in the palm of my hand.
Still beating, still vibrant, so beautiful.

I bring you to my lips, and I kiss you one last time.
I swear I can taste you in between my teeth, raw still.
And this time you stain my lips red.

You are the faint shadow of darkness in a twilight sky
To my dreams you are the nearest eye

On a pensive full moon,  you are the chirping of a lonely bird
You are the silent storm of emotions that makes me bite my lips hard

You are that uneven road I have never been
You are the last turn home that my eyes have never seen

You are a world where regret is the essence
And want means abundance

Where every end brings a new beginning of its own
A world whose address is still unknown

You are the biggest possibility of a brand new morning
A ray of sunshine to sooth my soul's mourning

You are the mesmerising reflection of sapphire grey sky
You are the last line  of an untold poem depicted by my inaudible sigh.

that’s the only lullaby I’ll ever need
So keep letting your heart beat sing me to sleep

on soft clouds i walk away
so many days we were lovers

feel time pass now with my heartbeat
as we wander far apart

kissed by angels when i'm sleeping
or is your sweet soul touching mine

this vaunted world is just a nonsense
without your memory in my mind

in dark night dear past the moonbeams
i will ever see our favourite star

but in this moment my spirit aching
i'm slowly marching off to war

she's so pretty
the way her smile lightens up the room
to how her hair sways when she walks
to the little things she does that make my heartbeat sky rocket
she fills my stomach with butterflies
i'd be lying if she didn't make me cry a little inside
but she's so pretty it hurts
everything about her makes my chest ache
from the way she laughs, the sweetness of its sound
to the way her gentle voice says my name
the little things she does make my poor heart throb
even thinking about her makes me want to sob
she's so pretty.