love is something i never
wanted to find.
perhaps i got addicted to the sweet rush in my veins
when your lips flutter against my fragile skin
or the way your voice chimed
when you called me by my name
or the way your hands fit
so perfectly inside mine
or the way your eyes danced
like a bonfire on a cool night
the way your smile
could brighten a room
or your laugh could give me shivers
the way your hair fell in your face
the way your face made me flush
the way you made me drop to my knees
heart leaping out of my chest
because i would give anything
and everything
to please you again.
so even as i stand.
the dark reds around my neck
and the bruises across my chest
i still feel the rush
the exhilaration
the fact that you could do anything, darling
and my heart would still beat for you
all the same,
is deadly.
i never asked to adore you,
to love you more than words.
but yet, here i am.
bruised knuckles attached to bloody hands
reaching for just the chance
to touch an angel like you.
love is breaking my heart.
love is hurting my body.
love is sacrifice.
love is tears.
love is you.
i love you.
do you love me, too?
april 13th, 8:44am
