I wish
her scars were on my heart
and not on her arms.

words fail
where i wish to convey
what it is, in this heart,
the fire,
that shrieks to hide
but blazes into the night
straining to beat
with a summation of all its might
that is brought to life
only with that unbridled ecstasy
from simple pleasures

Why do I crave
Your attention
This late at night
All I need
Is your breath
In mine
To stay alive

The only difference
between you and them
is that I believed you
and you let me