A Perfect, Fragile Pisces

It's Wednesday, December 20 this year has slowly crawled by. I've made mistakes and learned from them fast. Made a home in a tent in the woods away from the chaos, disrespect, drugs, and petty things. The whisper of your breath on my skin freezes and makes my blood run cold within. I realized you're like a drug; toxic love. Love: Is that really what this is? Your promises stink like death, lies, and piss. Take me as I am! The needle is the center of your world it rotates around this thought that puts you in serenity. Fell into your web of deceit, tripped, fell in love, then promised you forever and eternity. I don't know if I can forgive you for what you've done to me. Still, when you touch me, it's like electricity coursing through my veins. My heart and soul drowning in ecstasy The cracks in the floor show us the pain. The pain we ignore and shelf away please ... touch me the way you do. Whether it's real or make-believe, fold me in your beautiful serenity, promise me whatever, you can have my hearts withered key.