never once have i paid attention to the way your eyelashes, long and dainty, brush your skin. never once have i thought of how that scar is oh so visible on your lip. never once have i considered the way your eyes pierce mine.
yet if i have not though of these, how can i picture you so clearly?
You make me feel good in more ways than one. And as much lust, trust, comfort, joy, fun, comedy, connections, anger, and so much more that we share with one another- we will never ever come close to love.
be safe my love, treat the roads as if you were to caress my skin, inhale the air as if you were to breathe for me, remember to stay warm as if we were hugging on a December day, appreciate every moment as if you were to lose me today.
Breathless, Hands lay flush against my head, their Fingers pale, gripping tight on the small unripened fruit, slowly Climbing up and down my skin poking and caressing my lungs as it speaks giving me burns of varying degrees, you twist and they turn the colour of red, purple and blue the only thing holding the blistering skin together are stitches that haven't yet given, my blood is forming slowly it dribbles down like spittle and as it clots you split digging your fingers inside my flesh and I am infatuated head lolling eyes shivering bones sore as if they are pleading for a way for a way a chance to slip away in peace with you by my lonely and lowly side.