I'll trace your scars,
with my fingertips,

I'll lace the curves of your imperfections,
with my chapped lips,

I'll bury my nails,
in the flesh of your lethal spine,

I'll mold your broken heart,
until it becomes a piece of mine,

you dared to love my
self destructive self,

and i dared to,
kiss your morphine lips,
knowing that,
if i get a taste,
i'll never stop,
wanting more..

falling for your warm voice,
as it washes me me away by its divineness,

catching my heartbeats,
while you utter the letters of my name,

I can see the waves,
 you fondly look for,
 in your mesmerising eyes,

I can smell the scent of agony,
that lingers thoroughly,
around your sacred being,

I can hear the little girl in you,
while you spend every instant,
trying to sink her in,

I can sense your everlasting cries,
as it crawls up against me,
awakening me from within,

but as helpless as i'll ever be,
i'll crumble myself to pieces,
in order to make you whole again

i can feel you,
i can feel you running through my veins
intoxicating every blood cell in it
feeding me with pitiful lies
and cringing cries
making me drown into your self loathing wonderlust
because i thought you were,
i thought you were, life, to me ,
you made me breath fresh air,
every time i inhaled,
but soon, you became the reason
why i count my breaths and
hoping for the last breath
to come along,

the pain eventfully resides within
and there's no way out
there's no refugee
no escape
you have to live with your own tragedies
your own pain
scraping all the hope you
spent years to gain.

as i breath,
inhaling your exhales,
i can feel your warm breath,
the way it carasses my skin,
so gently,
what a bliss,