A tragedy (2)

I can't say for sure if it was the purity on my face or the blind trust scripted in my eyes that captivated her so much so she looked at me and wondered "maybe his just an idiot maybe he wants this to work out so much his ignoring the obvious or maybe theres something special about the way he thinks he loves me" so with a puzzled face she sort to ask me one last question before she stripped me off "How does it feel to love me John..." Well honestly, it feels like you have your hands buried within my lungs, crossing the bones and bound to the flesh every move you make makes my insides boil in sensation whether good or bad solely depends on which direction I'm consciously aware of how you could destroy my vitality with but a single stroke and I'm not saying I trust you wouldn't Yet I stay because somehow it feels like when we met my soul recognised you from who we used be in our last existences and it loves you so much it'll die trying to hand you the matches to burn it alive so as long as you feing companionship I'll be here