𝐔𝚴𝐃𝚬𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝚰𝚴

𝐑𝚰𝐏𝐏𝚬𝐃 𝚮𝚬𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Ached they looked,
carrying hate on their shoulders;
only me between their lips.

I disregarded the river that rushed through town as fast as light and the book that rested on my lap
nothing mattered in that instant, only my tranquility.
I couldn't believe you sat next to me.
The day before we hungrily ripped each other's heart out and devoured them as they were still beating,
you looked at me with loving eyes
trying so hard to breathe out your eulogies
I held my breath scared of your apologies.
I looked down at something forbidden beating in my hands, the sanguinolency overpowered my limerence.
The pleasant sound of your beating heart,
pleading to be placed back in your ribs
lullabied, it's way to my dormant consciousness,
shaking it to its awakening.
My soul slipped forth at the sound of your feeble blissful breathing before it's exhaustion.
I yearned for you to show me destruction
yet you still lived while I was slowly dying
it was my body in desperation.

My love didn't it hurt?
My one sided tenderness must have been the fuel
to your existence and I, believed mine was existent just like believing a prayer and not the power of my being.
Still till this day you don't seem to know how to hold me tight or maybe it's just me
because any hands remind me of his
and right against my skin
they burn through the thin
layer of satin
that push right against his fingertips;
he knew he wasn't welcome.

There I was in the hands of another man and still I tried to intrude myself into your thoughts to tell you to trust me, no matter how reluctant the situation was. I was made to breathe and move and give, give whatever was left of me, which was to say, love. Love. I was made to love my dearest. My lover.

Why do you hold onto me tightly?
When your heart in my hands makes me selfish
it's not good to be greeedy
but all I want from you, is the air you breathe
I don't think you should love me.
Just let me hold your heart in my hand
that's the only thing I'm needing.