The world stops moving when you let go of me
You walking away
Is something I cannot bear to see
And yet as it happens
I feel almost nothing
A slight scrape to the raw edge of my
Heart
Or is it soul?
It's hard to tell
But back to the way it felt
When your lips brushed my forehead
My cheek
My lips
Or when your teeth bit into my neck
Draining my blood
Leaving your essence
Opening my eyes to the sun
But no one told me
That the sun would turn to use
That your essence was a poison
And that one day
Only your poison could bring me
Off the darkside
Of my soul's moon
