My eyes look over at your sleeping face. So calm, so perfect but inside monsters were tainting your beautiful mind. Your beautifuly chaotic mind. Wrapped in cotton sheets of navy blue we lie here together

(but alone)

For as long as I can remember; which isn’t very long, there as been a certain heaviness hanging from my heart. Yet until today I nerver noticed how it had changed. It was not one of desolation or fear but one that came from just seeing you

(this hearts about to implode)

Last night I finally realized what this heaviness was. Its love. Love is warm, it lives within your heart and is what every human being desires. But you didn’t believe in love, you believed in sex.

(but couldn’t you just settle for both.

Unlike love, sex is fire. White hot fire between two writhing bodies until a bomb is set off in the pit of your stomach and an indescribable euphoria washes over sweat soaked bodies. Pants and moans against heated flesh; moans and pants against humid air

(love still seems safer to me)

So many times I looked down at the city in nothing but one of your oversized t-shirts. The wind icy against my skin while you lay in the bed, sheets laying drenched around your hips. Track marks on your arms harsh against the whiteness of the room

(somehow today I don’t find it beautiful)

This night, tonight as the stars glitter outside the window, your pressed against me. Sleeping like today was just like any other. But its not. Today I found that the warmth in my heart was gone and that you were nothing more than a burden

(our love has imploded around me)

But only you will go down with it