Have you ever met someone who makes you want to protect their happiness,
do you know
that’s who you are to me?
You are more than a right now love
and I wonder what would you do
if you had all the pieces,
even the broken ones?
Your existence is enough to make me smile
and all I ever want is to be beautiful in your eyes,
to be where your love lives
and house all your memories,
something like soulmates and meant to be.
You tempt me to love,
as I pull on your petals hoping to get to know you more,
I notice you are bad for me,
stealing at thoughts and filling them with desires of you on me,
me on you
and tasting your sweet perfume.
I overdose on our conversations,
a way to feed my addiction
and further promote my dependance on you,
of you
and your beauty.
Longing for you against my skin,
wanting you in my hands
and your dew on my finger tips.
I rush to the day we intertwine
and I pour my pollen into you,
Oh sweet flower, allow me lay claim to you.
I remember it all,
who we used to be before you broke my heart.
I reminisce of the me
who breathed the same air as those who believed in love.
I recall the words you used to make promises you couldn’t keep,
and times I questioned myself to sleep.
I cast my mind to the faith I held
before I learnt to blaspheme my desire to be with someone.
I muse on the vows I made to myself,
that I’d give my all and you’d be the last
but despite the hurt I long not to be alone,
so to keep my vow,
I emphasize how I call you the last to break my heart.
