So so nasty

Bump He leans into my body filling the emptiness around me surrounding me the two seconds before it happens is my favorite the two seconds when you feel everything is right everything is so so right even when everything is so terribly wrong so wrong but shh, he places a single perfect finger against my protesting lips i look into his cold, beautiful eyes a green, a forest green that lush beautiful green they tell me to stay quite i do as i'm told my warm tears roll down onto his finger he looks into my eyes, my soul. and presses his lips onto my cold hard ones he melts me, melts the hardness, leaving the small peice inside of me, the vulnerable peice. then i squeeze my soul-searching eyes shut and feel that pain, that unholy pain, because you see i'm more messed up than he is