Forever, yours.

My rose, my dear rose,
blooming in the pit of my stomach.
Your smell so sweet,
your taste so bitter.
The fear of life without you,
much like the fear of a dark figure,
in the corner of an empty room.
I've never felt a touch so gentle,
no moments so sentimental.
Razor blades and bendy straws,
we fear nothing- not life, not death,
nor the world and its flaws.
We fear nothing.
Together we can take on it all.
In the night, you and I-
we dance with the devil til the sun begins to rise.
And when the morning sets in,
Sunlight streaming through the cracks of my shades,
it slaps me in the face,
and I succumb to the exhaustion once again.
The battle with my eyelids is lost, I lost the war-
the war I love.
In the afternoon I wake,
Knowing you're always gone by then.
I long for you, for your rush, for you to possess me.
Take me over.
I anticipate our next date,
the next evening when I can see you,
Touch you.
Smell you.
Taste you.
The next time,
I can truly be yours, and you can
truly be mine.