• I want him.
    His pieced smile.
    His beautiful eyes.
    His touch, makes me ache for miles.

    But,
    Someone this perfect could never be,
    For me.
    He tells me,
    She upsets and accuses him.

    His pain,
    Is mine.
    Every new cut of his,
    Makes my heart bleed a little more.
    His arms,
    My arms,
    Both drenched with,
    More blood every night.

    I love him,
    More than my own life.
    His pierced smile.
    His beautiful eyes . . .
    His touch . . . . .