Disaster

Credits: maybemayblog.wordpress.com/2013/11/01/disaster/

Your hands to my hips cause aches,

Your tongue to my lips, ruin,

Your skin against mine, death.

The problem is, even in your absence

I am at war with myself, with you, with life.

I am a fucked up beautiful thing that will destroy you

Even if I don’t want too, even if I try desperately not too.

I, I am a disaster always happening.

Done