I love you so much it hurts. Both of us.
You are so so broken baby but I am too; so its okay.
I am convinced the only way we can ever love each other is if every night we both try to drain the sadness out of each other.
I can tell by the way you kiss me that I just might be the only poison that kills the pain inside of you.
You kiss me like you're kissing me with your first and last breath.
Even by the smaller kisses I can always tell how much they change you.
I can always feel the small groan you make whenever I touch your neck.
After every kiss we share ends, you always seem to have the same flicker of passion in your eyes. Like you're a madman for a only seven seconds.
But you always snap yourself back.
All of that helps me feel your love but I think I really know you love me when you grab my hips like they're your only Holy Grail.
I know you don't believe in a greater good and may not even believe in yourself half the time but I want you to always believe in me.
Believe that I am someone that will always be there to deal with your shit and that I will try my hardest to perpetually love the hurt out of you as long as it takes.
Because I will; Always.
I love you so I try to break you.
And you love me so you won't ever break me.
Always.
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