faux_punk Poetry (2)

Why does it bother you when you see
The blood flowing out of me.
It's not your pain
It's not your burn
It's what I do
It's what I yern
Do you feel guilty at this point?
Or do you feel pity for me?
No it doesn't hurt that bad
It's just tears to wash the sad
It hurts at first
Then makes me smile
And all the while
It makes me cry.

We sit quietly on my bed staring into each others eyes. She smiles and i smile back. Things seem to slow down as I swipe the hair out of her eyes and move in a little closer. She smiles as we touch cheeks putting my lips next to her ear.

"I love you." I whisper and kiss the side of her neck gently.

She giggles a little and runs her fingers through my hair as i kiss her neck again this time biting it a little, but not very hard.

Running her fingers through my hair she pushes my head back so we are looking at each other again. She is smiling. Her eyes the most amaizing shade of emerald green. She didn't have to say it but i knew she loved me.

She blinked and I closed my eyes and kissed her softly. Our lips just pressing hard enough to pass extacy between us. The moment was beautiful. A moment that i never wanted to stop.

I placed one hand on her waist and ran the other through her hair opening my mouth as she opened hers. My lower lip between hers, her tounge flicking my lip ring back and forth.

She put a hand on mine and the other on my ribs pulling me closer. Our kiss deepening. My eyes were shut and yet i was watching everything going on overhead.

We broke the kiss and stared at each smiling. Her hair fell back over her eye and she giggled. I just smiled.