I stopped fighting
Does he know he's in my heart
Tangled up in the warmth
Always sleeping, never knowing
Rising high and falling deep
on the heavy laboured breaths
Nestled lost like a rock at the center of a moutain
Sometimes he sufaces and looks at me
Touching my face sleepily
He talks but I don't hear him because
I'm too busy kissing him
His lips taste like fire
He will leave me one day
I won't have to hide, I'll just cry
I'll just remember
I wonder why he doesn't just
burn away, Like an infection
He sleeps hard like a rock
Does he know he makes me bleed
This poem is about:
Me