The Loss

In your arms Blood runs through my body It’s warm Every night is black and drained Sometimes I can’t tell where you are I just know it’s not here next to me My body is stiff But I feel lifeless, there’s nothing to hold my skin where it belongs But nothing is where it should, is it? Red. Raw. My eyes But they’re not the only thing that burns My lips burn with your leftover passion My fingers burn with the memory of your skin Loneliness kills. It’s so empty. I am. Your eyes kill. They look at the wrong person Heartbreak. It’s so much more than