I burn myself with cigarettes, yet you’ll rub my arms and not give a care

I eat bitter lemons although you like it sweet, but you kiss my lips without a moment to think.

I bite like a dog, while your hand pats and rubs my head with my teeth sinking in still.

I overcompensate everything you say and bite my nails and make my hands rough. You hold them with each finger interlocked.

I want to have your energy, and yet it’s contagious.

You dig your hands into me, under my clothes, under my skin. You see my heart, my flaws, and even my eyes. Our souls intertwined, seeing eachother. Vividly.