his
nails
slid down
her
thighs
as he
kissed
her
goodbye

he called
it
love
but
there was
something
corrupt

his hands
didn't
belong
there
and
neither
did
his words

they
left her
broken
they
left her
burnt

he's
miles
away
and
she
cries
in bed

repeating
all the
words
she
never
said

maybe
she
deserved it
maybe
she
still does

but
something
about this
doesn't
feel
like love

his
hazel
eyes
and
voice
so
raw

his
fingertips
felt
so wrong

did
she love
him
or did
she love
the
pain?

the torture
of being
forced
to scream
his name

little
girl
gone
too
soon

her
broken
dreams
rest
in
the
tomb

her
desire
to
be
loved
left
in
the womb

while he
lives
his life
dancing
to
his
own
tune.

No matter how much I deny,
I am still madly in love
With the one who tore me up,
Yet fixed me at the same time.

handle me with care
for my heart is very fragile

worship me at 3am only to repent at dawn
make 'i love you' sound like a hymn
whisper my name as if my body's a cathedral and you're in the confessional
let my lips carry the weight of your sins
you told me you weren't religious outside of my bed
so let me be your goddess and guide you to paradise
relish in my garden of eden, where no fruit is forbidden
drink from my fountain of life, for you are mine

i'd like to rock climb your spine,
bungee jump off the bridge of your nose,
tackle the pillow beneath your head,
kiss you softly on the cheek, and then
i'd like to crawl into my own ear and whisper
"it's okay to go to sleep thinking of yourself"