You are the only person to ever really love me. This, to all, is plain to see. Your eyes shine and your lips tingle on mine. Love me, never stop, and I’ll give you all, from bottom to too. I love you.
My blues is lonely. I haven’t felt lonely in a long time but it hit me hard last night, trickled throughout my dreams, and has left me feeling empty. I tried to drown it last night, but I found out it could swim.
You hide in your bones, shying away from the surface. The skin is pierced, far too deeply, for playing on. The holes created have carved sensations everywhere, leaving the senses drained into exhaustion. Now nothing feels like it used to. A clock ticks, not forward or backwards, but inside itself, revealing nothing for its purpose. The nature of love defines itself in the individual’s capacity to have feelings synthesize themselves into being. Before, they were concepts and after, ghosts. We are here though, and nothing will take us away. You are
Mine. I am yours. We is something that will never cease.