Those vacant eyes, glaze over as they look straight through me. Brown fades to black, to darkness. All I offer is not enough to captivate them. Those meticulous hands lose sensitivity and curiosity of things they've held before. Fingertips no longer grace porcelain skin but cling to desperation and addiction. Spine curves as body thins. Weight doesn't pull you down but your head still looks to the ground.
Your chest is heavy and no longer beats in time with mine. We share a bed but we're on opposite sides of the world. Passion has deflated, robotically you reach towards me. Anything is better than nothing I think, with tears welling in my eyes. Heavily your body is pressed on me as everything possible rushes through my head. I'd bet my life that yours was empty.
I'll keep your secrets and help you when you feel alone. I'll help you gain control. I'll fix your mind and help you listen to your body. It takes me a while to realise there's no soul to help grow. I whisper in your ear to hear an echo and I don't know who I'm trying to fix anymore. You or me.
Both numb I feel you reach into my mouth, I try not to gag as your hand slides down my throat and weaves through my ribcage towards my heart. My beating heart. Elegantly your hand retreats with that heart of mine, slowly losing life.
I hear the gentle thudding as peacefully my eyes are closing and I whisper one last time, that I'm all yours. But you let that heart fall to the ground as that empty essence fleets to explore a way to relight that spark, to harbour that newborn soul.
Sometimes the old has to die to help the new. But I'd much rather I'd never known you, than have my heart in this state.