It doesn't seem to make a difference anymore. I tell myself to keep my heart this time, when I'm lying with you, your arms all twisted up around my soul, setting a pace that's delicate but so uneven. I get so lost in your eyes. Twisting and spinning and sinking an falling into depths I can't quite comprehend. I feel the tiny tendrils of fear worming their way into my thoughts. It's all so familiar, like the shattered eyes I see in the mirror. You'll kiss me, and I'll die a little bit. You'll bring me home, and I'll stare at the bed and cry. It's empty and cold, and I can't stand to sleep alone with you playing savior in my dreams. So, if I cry, don't ask me what I'm thinking, don't make me tell you what's on my mind. Don't make me say that you've become a part of me, because those words tear my up inside. I told myself to keep my heart this time, but it doesn't seem to make a difference anymore.
Reason for writing:
Well, mostly, I'm just looking for feedback, and this is one of my favorites.
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