I think you've ruined me

in a way that doesn't quite hurt

as much as it suffocates sweetly.

There's something about

looking back on everything you've said

and finally seeing each lie

as they scraped your bottom lip

on the way out.

I think I was addicted

to the taste of your blood

when I kissed you.

It seemed to mingle well

with my tears

and stained my lips just enough

to mark your territory

as the summer home

that seemed more fun

when you were younger.

I want you so bad, but it makes me so mad.

I want to touch you, to feel you,

So much that I unpeel you.

Layer by layer, but it doesn't seem fair.

I've wanted you here for nearly 10 years,

Beside me, before me, as long as you're for me.

I try and I try, but it doesn't make sense why

You tease me, you please me, do all but seize me.

I love you as much as the day we met,

but sometimes it seems like you almost regret

the feelings you have because they are true

So much that when you're with me, you come unglued.