Two against the world

Waking up from a bed in the West, his arms around you.

Waking up from a bed in the East, your arms around yourself.

Your fingers intertwined with his.

Your fingers clenched in a fist.

Conversations with him, revolving around your thoughts.

Your thoughts, revolving around conversations with him. 

Your feet dangling in the air as he carries you to the bathroom.

Your feet dragging across the floor as you walk to the bathroom.

Two imperfect bodies kissing in the mirror, joined together as one piece.

One imperfect body staring back from the mirror, broken into a million pieces.

Your back brought up the wall, your legs wrapped around him as he kisses your neck in the rain of the shower.

Your head brought down the wall, your legs knelt beneath you as the rain of the shower kisses your back.

You moan his name in pleasure; "I love you."

You cry his name in longing; "Where are you?"

He is expanding inside you.

Half of him is growing inside you.

He's here and that's enough to make you.

He's not here and that's enough to break you.

You think you are lucky to have fallen in love with him.

You know you are stupid to have fallen in love with him.

It's two against the world, you and this person beside.

It's two against the world, you and this thing inside.

You have no idea he is gonna kill you.

It has no idea you are gonna kill it.

Burning with hope.

Drowning in pain.