I am a collection of poorly constructed poetry and bad dreams,
wake me up so I can watch you sleep.
Your breathing is like a lullaby to me;
so calm and soothing to my ears.
Your veins are full of songs and stars,I can feel you
and poems written in the flesh of your arms.
Your eyes are flowering in the heat of our passion-
your lips are the antidote to my poison.
in every cell of my body,
I can feel you
rushing through my bloodstream
with every beat of my heart.
I can feel you in every synapse
that fires in my brain,
in every thought that stops me
from falling apart.
You’re the whispers
on the tip of my tongue,
the lips that run gently
over every scar.
You’re every breath of air in my lungs;
I need you so badly,
and I’m holding you hard.