Those Brown Eyes

X. You: Hot & Cold

You are not a diamond, you're a black crystal, unclear and rare but so beautiful; made from dust, from nothing, you became my everything.

Loving you should be a sin since many would call you a demon, but to me you are an angel without wings and without you I have no one to save me.

I find myself thinking of you more on sunny days because the warmth that touches my skin reminds me of how it used to feel when you touched me. I was cold, you were hot. I was like ice, and you were like the sun. I cooled you down while you warmed me up and that was what made us so good together. We balanced each other out, and neither of us are any good without the other.

There's blood in my mouth from the last kiss you gave me, so please wash it out with soap for every time I have said your name.

I can't lie, I do want there to be a day when I can say that I feel absolutely nothing for you and actually mean it; but deep down inside where I'm dying, I know that you will always be a part of me.

Why do you refuse to be loved? Is it because you're worried that you will somehow lose yourself and turn into someone you're not? Like when you gave me that T-shirt it smelled like you and brought me comfort at night, but now only smells like me and my stupid laundry detergent because I've held onto it for too long.

And now every time I touch something that's made of metal I flinch because of the electric shock I get, and now I'm like that with everyone. I'm scared to get too close because of the shock.

I'm waiting for my lips to turn blue because without you I can't breathe. It's like I'm trying to live with one arm and one leg because I'm missing the other half of me.

And I lost myself in you, but that's okay because you're the only thing I ever want to get lost in. You're like a maze, and once I was trapped in you there was no way to get out.

This one also sucks but I have a longer and better one coming up xx