You.

You feel things you know you shouldn't.

Straight forward lines encompassing,
heavy hearted sighs revealing
bowing reflexes to stubborn words.

Shades of you encircle every vessle.
Massive blows to this already torn existence
torturing my will to live.

In slumber we mingle and embrace,
outlining cheek bones and smile lines,
as we lose ourselves in ever lasting stares.

In the midst of all things shattering;
our hearts, our lives, us,
we see this for what it really is;
a broken promise made over long tongues and wide eyes,

Dreaming of a day we will never live to see.