soft as heaven, sinful as hell and with bites forgiving.
i loved every piece, i still do. i cannot help wish you awake. i cannot help but hold you tight.
especially in the moments where your breathe is in sync with mine.
not in the moments when the worlds so cold and pieces of misplaced and broken hearts are shattered in paths across the street.
i now understand we all only belong to ourselves, just like i used to hear.
but how is that
when we each give a person pieces of our hearts until they've stolen you away.
how can you belong to yourself when your heart belongs to someone you now tend to try and not speak of, because the words seem too bleed out your eyes
the voices hit nerves in your chest and the world feels unreal
a haunting nightmare replaying in your head
but yet an divinely dream you never want to let go of
how dear to your heart
somebody could be
how dear to my heart
too deep for me.
