To You, With Love.

I have tried a million times - to keep you away.
It didn't make sense to trust you - my instincts screamed at me.
But I didn't know then that the hands that can hold mine so tight,
Can soothe my sore bones with a rush of delight.

The first touch of your lips - I shut my eyes and forgot the world.
Your skin against mine, melting me, completing me, making me whole again.

I waited. Waited a long long time -I closed all the doors, and windows and yet
you seeped through my very pores.
Today your blood and mine are the same - if I cut you I will bleed.
Today, the very air we breathe is the same, hot, moist and bleeding of each others essence.

I hid the darkness in my heart in shame, and you burnt it all away,
not even ashes can remain. 
I won't thank you, it will be a mockery.
I will love you instead - promise to be by you, even in my dying breath.

Don't hurt if I'm gone, because you will never be alone.
I will be there - in every pore, in every vein - like you are in mine.
I love you. I love you.
I love you.