I am your devoted,
spellbound lover
with hell in her eyes
and your demons
printed on a fragile
piece of paper that
is my thoughts
Your boiling blood
runs through my
veins and it is
angry
You told me,
"I am a person of bad blood"
and I believe I am too
For you I've shed tears
and blood and today
it was black
like the darkest
midnight sky
or the color of my
nails,
your coffee that you
claim reflects your
soul or the water
on a dark autumn afternoon
You have found a way
to get under my skin
and deeper than that
You're in my veins,
you are the pumping
of my heart
You are the numbness
in a November-storm
and you are the heat
in a July-afternoon
You are everything
from sweet kisses
to lingering touches
You are in my veins
and I want you out
I want to love
you but
you are no longer
the same
We promised to
never let each other go
but I'm losing
your hand
in a mist
I no longer
wake up to
be kissed,
no longer touch
you when I can
I feel your lips to
my skin,
and you mumble
into my shoulder,
"don't stop loving me"
and I know I never will
YOU ARE READING
eyes closed, i'm awake
Poezjawith a taste of dreaming, a touch of sleep, eyes closed, i'm awake