I stopped fighting

Does he know he's in my heart

Tangled up in the warmth

Always sleeping, never knowing

Rising high and falling deep

on the heavy laboured breaths

Nestled lost like a rock at the center of a moutain

Sometimes he sufaces and looks at me

Touching my face sleepily

He talks but I don't hear him because

I'm too busy kissing him

His lips taste like fire

 

He will leave me one day

I won't have to hide, I'll just cry

I'll just remember

I wonder why he doesn't just

burn away, Like an infection

He sleeps hard like a rock

 

Does he know he makes me bleed

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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