Poetry of mine.

She's a lover

She lays next to me,
she caresses my back,
she pulls my hair,
and runs her nails down my spine

my sweetheart,
my darling,
let yourself be seen,
don't let this paranoia come between you and me

my sweetheart,
my lady,
my soon to be bride,
don't let my medication take you away.

not again,
it was a great mistake

she suppresses my ribcage,
with ancient melodies,
she pierces my eyes,
with her ghost-like smile

don't be so dead,
I want to hear your heart beat for me,
don't be so invisible,
I wish to see you again

She holds my hand at midnight,
she warms it up for me,
she's dead,
she's a ghost,
but she's a lover to me

she's a flower with no petals,
the thorns on a rose,
butterflies with no wings,
a golden sea with no eyes.

but forever,
she will be a lover to me