Mine

Hopelessly attached to the
suspicion that,
We're at the exact same
mental level
Using knives and shovels
to describe the trouble that
tears within
warped pictures of what it
looks like for love to win
panic and anxiety, I'm a possessive mess
willing to live only if
I'm the only one to have loved
you deepest
To have reached furthest
into you, touched your soul
leaving an endless emotion
It's my most selfish wish
and I'd slice any flesh
that get in the way of this