Loving you makes me feel like I've been skinned alive
But not the pain of it,
the vulnerability of not having a protective layer of flesh covering my organs
And it's ok. I've learned to live with it
After all, I have you to protect me now
And I have you to make sure that nothing bad happens
and I have you to be my skin
And it's selfish
Using you to protect the rawness of my muscles, bones, and sinew
Using you as my shield and putting everything I have
From my fucked up nightmares to my made up enemies
On your shoulders.
You bear the responsibility so well
I should feel guilty
But before I get carried away with what she thinks,
Can I ask why that's so wrong?
I am utterly and completely selfishly in love with you.
The same as you are with me
Because Baby, let me remind you that you were covered in acid when we met
It was hot and boiling and tearing you apart but we came together and I distracted it
I let it eat at my outsides instead of yours
and I dulled all the bad things
I made the sting go away
And at the same time you taught me how to feel.
My skin was so callused and thick, I had forgotten how to
contact was so distant.
You brought everything closer
You taught me how to be alive
You taught me how to be together
So let's say fuck it all and just be selfishly in love with each other
Forget anyone who says that I can't use you as my skin and that you can't let me keep the acid at bay
Because face it we both need each other to stay alive
And I'm happy.
Aren't you?
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