Your words
They have bruised the outer edges of my heart
And I would love nothing more than to tattoo
These feelings of elation as the bruises become indented
Into skin and bone
Your neck
With its little hollow shadows
That make me want to grasp every inch of you
and lose myself in this experience
Could I kiss your cheek
and whisper sweet nothings
if it meant holding you
for another day?
This is becoming something so much more
than I ever hoped to have
And yet nothing has really been said
Other than these simple fantasies that spread
Like a flesh eating virus
Carving delicious wounds into my blood stream
The truth is seen right before me
And as I turn away
These mirrors make me see
That the truth is but a lie
For this fantasy I am seeing
is something so close to love
and lust
and I am losing my mind
But baby take my hand anyways
Like the ghost in my head has done 100 times
and tell me this is right
Because my will has dwindled to a mere penny
to be dropped in these dirty streets
And I need your love
Your soul is my weakness
and my happiness
A cure that will break and bend every crack in my feet
That leave me permanently stuck here
Waiting and saying nothing
But smiling all the same
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