Itching and scratching,
I crave your touch.

Minds but a jumble of thoughts,
Your soft voice calms me.

I gasp for air,
Only you would share your breath.

All food became bland,
Ever since I acquired your taste.

Overthinking,
Drenched with sweat.
Hyperventilating.
Without you,
I'm burdened with stress.

Nicotine doesn't do it for me,
Ever since I became addicted to you.

A simple transaction,
Let's do business.

A heart,
For a heart.
Fragments of souls,
Let's trade shards.

My old memories,
Burn them like polaroids.
Replace them with digitalised images of you.

Take my watch,
All of my time is yours.
Look at me,
Exchange our glances.

What of those three words?
Are they too expensive to be said?

An armoury,
A bank.
Even an old homestead.

I'd rob any,
To afford saying them to you.

Lost among the many versions of myself,
The ones I created for you.

The versions you asked for,
You begged and you pleaded.

The more that i multiply,
My sense of self is depleted.

You crave more,
Already sick of who I was yesterday.

I guess I'll forget who I am once more,
Maybe this time it'll be okay.

You know that I'll lose me,
Just so you can stay.

I want to shape my car,
Like the rim of a bottle.

Around a tree,
As the cork.

I need to open up to you,
But it's so hard to talk.

With both of our clothes,
Strung on the floor.

It's only when we ****,
And I call you a *****.

Do you ask,
"Can you please talk some more?"

Concrete shell, trauma had tremendously taken its toll.

Conciousness severely severed, stirring, wishing for serenity.

Contortionist women, weaving already woven wires of self doubt.

Constantly humiliating himself for harmful handfuls of unreciprocated love.

Conditioned by past partners propaganda that he'll never be a perfect person.

Concealing every tear torn, from his overused tear ducts.

Conceding to the fact that he'd rather be hurt repeatedly, than risk roaming remote roads alone, too afraid to stand in his own reflection.

At least tell me you love me,
While you tighten my noose.

******* a kiss,
As my body jerks.

Show me your tears,
While I fight for oxygen.

Let me feel your warmth,
Hold my hand as mine fades.

Now watch me swing,
My body dancing in the wind.

Hang my picture.

Please hang it crooked.

A reminder,
That there was nothing perfect about me.

Nothing at all.