Speed.

Cliche's aside,

you are my heroin

all powdery and broken and i'm 

a d d i c t e d

to your bowed head and sad smiles

breathe you in and let you rest

in the aching cavern 

between my 

r i b s

Midnight talks.

your nails rake days into my skin

marks of imprisonment in blotched red

scratches of a prisoner on stony walls

lines crossing with every touch

i'm a patchwork of need and you're what pulled me apart

shred my mask of pure intentions

sink me into velvet pleasures

drown me in your lips

where my name is lost

in the crevice between your ribs

He is temptation.

it's torture every time our eyes meet

my ribs contract and my breath evapourates

and i dream of the way your hands wander on my skin

sketching constellations with your fingertips

lips laced with heroine, tongue full of addiction

you're a sinner baby

thank god i'm a sinner too

you don't know what you're doing to me.

Sometimes I think.

and she longed to know if

in his mind, she was the only constant source

of late-night conversations and broken hearts

and if his voice

could still make fireworks go off

even in silence