My heart swells as I look at you. An abstract painting lost in the sea of life and confusion. The loss in your eyes is the constellation I weave through my fingers. Your sentiments and sensitivity let the water flow in the bloodless veins of my heart until we are blue. We are all blue, anyway. The winter, the color of your eyes, the shade of my lungs and the hue of your breath. Both cold and enticing. I want to keep you in the forest, away from all the hunters who dare to show their strength by the kiss of their venomous lips. But I will show you that I will win. It is not the matter of my lack of gravity and blossomed flaws, dear, that will make you stay a little longer with me than those who already left you. I will never find a home for you. I will never save you from a thousand more losses and deaths. I will never carry your tears when all you can do is weep. But I will stay in your brokenness and corrupted heart to match the one I have. And beneath the immaculate darkness of love I have for you, you are helpless. You will feel the loneliness you long for in my arms, my dear. You will not resist. You will crave and submit. And tonight, we will watch the stars bleed before we sleep.