to my new lover, a confession; part two.
it's midnight when i turn on the lamp to finally look at you, to look at myself, see the damage you caused to my body, the bruises and lovemarks that you've left over my hot skin. i cannot meet your eyes; it's like adam and eve seeing each other for the first time — not without clothes, but naked. you've seen me in every way now, legs pressed against chest, head tilted back, your name tattooed on my lips that long for yours. my ocean eyes don't go far in your wooded ones, but i try to see something else other than my reflection in them, a half smile plastered on your face. is it because of me, darling? or is it because you just took the one thing i can never get back. not even god can redeem my wretched soul. and maybe i don't want him to. i never want him to take you from me. me without you, without your touch and breath against my neck, isn't me, it's just a soulless shell, a catalyst for sin and mistake. save me, angel. gaurd me, and i'll do the same; always and forever, without hesitancy or regret.