so many wasted words
i crave to say
melt inside my mouth
the butterflies have been replaced
by a deep pit, vast enough to resonate echos
where has the beauty in our love gone?
i only feel the bone-breaking Sadness
weighing on my spine, poking at my ribs
i miss the taste of your skin on my lips
and the warmth of your neck, the security of your collarbone
now, i only taste tears on old cotton sheets
i miss the fire from your touch and the way it burned inside me
now, the only person touching me is Oxygen
and even he is not that faithful
love used to feel fresh, exhilarating
passion flowed inside our veins
but it is suffocating in this deafening Sadness
