A poem of being nostalgic for love and how love is supposed to be...
Breathe in my soul,
and embrace my cold, pure heart,
that has been abandoned and torn apart,
then swallow my gasps,
as our lips collapse together,
below the stars.
Feel my harmed, bare skin,
with your soft, cold fingertips.
Don't just touch me, be aware,
feel my heart rapidly beat,
and feel my smooth scarred skin,
with your rough hands,
healing my every broken limb.
Listen to my deep breaths,
and hear how fast my heart beats,
when I hear your name,
that tears me to pieces,
when I realize how I'm completely tamed.