Oh, you're in my veins

And I cannot get you out

Oh, you're all I taste

At night inside my mouth

[Andrew Belle]


STILES


I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack. Sowhen I kissed you,you held your breath.

Her lips on mine

Like fire and ice

Her heart

Cold

Her touch

Burns.

Memory of her

Buried its teeth

On my skin

Left no mark

But broke my soul

Into pieces.

You could never

Be her –

She is

Irreplaceble beauty

Chaotic mind

And a

Perfect lover.