For as sure as the moon will rise,
Will i look into those eyes of yours every single day, and tell you i love you.

and while your presence may be enchanting, I find that it hinders my breathing.

but the way that you know exactly what to say to make the pain go away and the serotonin want to come out to play

well I'd be a liar if I told you that it wasn't my favorite part of every single day

and when it hits you

it'll feel like waves of anxiety

dragging you into a sea of euphoria

and drowning you in peace

But what I’ve learned now is that our bastardized love cannot be written in a silly journal

nor can it be sliced into my flesh as my previous loves could have been.

What I have learned is that our love is old and, though previously unspoken

it often leaves us both dumb and craving more.

Before I loved you, I wrote disorganized thoughts on my skin with blades and needles.
Before I loved you, every inch of my body was sore from the nightmare induced thrashing

Now, because I love you, I write disorganized thoughts on a piece of paper with a red pen
and now, because I love you, every inch of my body is sore from the pleasure induced thrashing.

I awake in the morning
Her head on my chest
Her scent clings tightly to my vest
And I wish her the best for the day ahead.
Whilst we lay in bed
As she leaves towards the door
I playingly  plead for a kiss,  just one more
The sheets part between us
Two women from Venus.
Her smile shoots through my veins
As I lay in the remains
Of the love and laughter we'd just shared
Tranquil and watch her exit
Our house, our home
I pick up my phone
And tell her
Just how much I love her.
Just once more.

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