I leave indents on your skin,
as my heart rests in your hands,
and my blood drips down your fingertips.
I can feel your body heat,
as your arms wrap around me,
and your lips solidly collide into mine.
I can feel your heart beat,
up against my hard, cold chest,
and your breath is warm in my mouth.
You're the oil resting on top,
as I'm water, sinking to the bottom,
yet somehow we force ourselves to mix.
You silently turn to leave,
dropping my heart on the tile floor,
the sound of breaking glass rings my ears.
And I can see it in your eyes,
I can read the print in my mind;
I break so easily.
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A contest entry
- it starts with one. by aanika.
910 points, ended November 13, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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Your the oil resting on top,
your --> you're.
this was nicely written, thank you.
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Thanks. =)
Your welcome.
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your title is:
I break so easily.


