You're the blur between clear skies. Some days it rains, some days it shines. I'm not sure where I fall at this moment. I'm feeling like a stranger in your world. The walls are clean, you hardly speak of tragedy. People smile and make me wish I was complete. I'm the part of your life that is all but pure. The crookedness of my smile makes angels cry. I'm the blood sucking mosquito of your whole and perfect world. Merely a slap away from death and yet I'm taking it all in with one breath. I hold you in my lungs knowing this is just a fairy tale. I'm in the eye of the storm and it's about time the rest of this snow storm came rushing in. I hate you, but I hate me more. I hate loving you, but I'd want nothing more. Sometimes I wish I was cold. Sometimes the stoic in me becomes tear eyed and weeping seems like second nature. I hate that I can't seem to hold my breath long enough to cherish the scars, because even if this is the worst I've ever felt I haven't felt better than I do right now. Even though you rip the skin from my weathered chest, this heart beats simply at the glance of your torturing smile. It pains me. It kills me to love you. Each day I die a little faster and my breath moves a little slower. I'll die here, laying next to you, and yet I can't seem to regret getting in bed. It pains me to feel. To want the touch of your kiss on my skin...without you however I'd have no reason to live. . .
