My Breath, Your Lung

my breath, your lung 
My love,for thee 
is laden with a million perfumed kisses and drops of sunshine given perpetually to dew-dropped petals of the peril behind the very mist of your breath... I will adore you until death 
and through the depths of eternity seek out the raven earth dusted abyss that you've sunk yourself within or rather the world you value yourself beneath;
pity really
for me
I adore what you you abhor, detest, despise and I suffice yet and surmise and raise you on a pedestal high above all else
moreso than i value even myself
perhaps I am a glutton, greedily groping with scar soiled fingers of disdain to the sand of your soul slipping idly by through the groove of my grasp 
hoping to catch, coddle and keep within all that you seek to discard but I often hope you will give freely without inhibition, reserve or regard
you fit the curve that is me
the bend in the ribbon of eternity that shrouds the moment where we united and twined our souls like a tangled thicket of thistles flamed with the fire of a thousand nuclear missiles
and deep down it still sizzles when I sink into the molten pools of your eyes
and I exhale
if only to fill my lungs with your respiration and draw you into the depths of me 
so you can see; what it is I see and be filled wholly with the hope I clutch like a frightened child
Impaled on the hawthorne of your discontent, I flail and scream out I will repent though I know of no sin that I have committed greater than the love that I freely have given
and just when I reach my hand out and plead-there you are reaching also for me
and suddenly I cease to be and so do you cause we are we and no longer two
where once was you has melded and grew into something greater; more divine
forever transcending space and time
our destiny is looped in endless rhymes
wonderously weaving every instance of our existence into the fabric of our hearts
painting it with the blood of our struggles
adorning it with our tears
hemming it with our smiles and laughter
each sinew a second; in each day of the month of our years
seemingly infinite; and thus guarded and dear
you wished for me and I appeared
but with a whisper
it was gone and my eyes opened to the dawn.

Love

Everyone says that love is in the heart " my heart is full of love for you" " my heart is breaking" and although I agree that you can have an ache in your chest so profound that you feel as if life is surging or fleeting at that very moment I believe more so that love is a mental condition or state of mind.
Your brain is like a super computer of magnitudes that we will never fully comprehend. It is an untapped resource that if fully utilized could lift the veil of blindness that clouds our daily vision.

isotope separation

thanks for making me feel less
reminding me somehow that there's a need to distress
digressing into depressing delusions, driven to see past the illusions and diabolically demeaning definitions derived from your stereotypical conclusions about the outsides of a woman. 
you stole my ability to see beyond my imperfections, idolizing idiotic inconsequential portions of my identity only to secretly sequester the parts of me that fit the parts of you so profound and perfectly to their prolific perilous fate.. drowning beneath your disgust and disapproval, disguised in a devilish ruse to help you obtain and abuse the very treasures that trolled yet so well hidden inside of me.
you made me trust you and turn myself over, let go of my inhibitions when you didn't want to own them and leave me lay broken in the wake of your indifference and indecision
you slay me with precision
we are alike in many a measure, identical properties that perpetuate pleasure and pleasingly plot to unite us as one at least this is how the story begun. Brine-soaked bruise-filled ego dissipation derived from doting debauchery and dissertation of the inevitable isotopic separation of our kindred souls becoming soulless in selfish superficial isolation that you call a search for perfection
an atrociously perverse manifestation of malformed ideals defeating the droning desire to descend and devour the real and conquer the world as a whole and not lonely, you break and you own me and I am prey to your prowess, pity-filled and powerless to the searing sizzle of your smugness that smites the serendipitous sunshine that smiled once on my soul at the thought of you
and still I love you
for the you that i thought you were and know that you can be, bewildered i begrudge and start to smudge the line between the outside and the inside of me hoping to make them a blur and have you concur, I feel myself dying and I'll kill myself trying to produce the me that you'll be proud to parade around everywhere for the world to see... the perfect, pretty packaging that magnificently mirrors the truest reflection of the me on the inside... and completes your collection
you selfish self-centered ass