Your presence is drugs to me. Your absence is idiosyncrasy. Your laughter is my topical ecstasy. You were made to be the world's carbon dioxide. Your decisions are restless monoxide. You are a toxin to everyone's soul but to me, you are more than a medicine. You are the air I breathe. Your face is my cocaine. Your stare melts me down 'til I'll turn to a bottle of inhalant. Baby, when you're around, I feel high.
Higher—
Take me higher.
Never drop down.
Never let go.
You never leaked out of my brain. Your toxic miasma will be the incantations to my weary soul. The cries of the violin are nothing compared to the words you jumble into thoughts. Your dilemma is my suicidal note. Your pain is my wound. Your cries are my sins. You are my church. Your feet are my altar. I confess. I confess for better or for worst, for richer or for poor, in sickness and in health, not even death can make us part. Your love is my rehab.
Breathe me in—
Breathe me out.
Corrupt me.
I am yours.
Day one when we met. You were brighter than the lights that shed down the lost ships in the middle of the sea. You are every poor man's weed. You are that dream that fills my glass. Your silent moves are symphony to me. Your eyes were commandments to my religion. In a snap, sheets were red. The moment you threw the glass on the wall, shards under our soles, my words left the scribbles on my lips, filling my eyes with a snake's tears.
You're venomous—
You intoxicated me.
Hypnotize me.
Kill me.
The touch of your anonymous hands delivers my soulless soul to its knees. The sighs of your energetic schemes builds me up and cradles me down like a stray cat living inside the garbage slums. You are someone when the sun sets down. You are a shadow when the lights are on. My thoughts of you are absolute. You are the world behind the stars when the eyes are bound to sleep.
I cannot sleep—
You would never sleep.
Let us not sleep.
Wake me up, we're blinded.
Creeping like venom under my veins, you burn me like how cigarettes would toast my flesh, leaving nothing but flower marks or blood and crust—third degree burn. You're existence is the smoke that fogged my eyes, that clouded my innocence, wreck my purity, infiltrated me with rotten shades of gray hues. You're that candle that dissolves in the dark—my one and only. Let me love you. Don't say a word. Be silent as a syndrome, my syndrome.
You said you're empty—
I will fill you.
You said you're poison.
I will drink you.
06:23 PM
3/06/2016
