You can leave me in the cold and like a loyal dog, I’ll stay. The dark can creep up on me and shroud me in its claws, but I’ll picture you and feel at home.
They shake their heads at me like I should know better, and I should.
But my heart beats for you and I can’t change the source of heat in my blood. So I’ll make friends with the shadows and tell them your name.
When you come back (and you will come back) don’t be afraid of the devils on my shoulders. Don’t be afraid of the cold in my skin or the damage in my eyes.
Your name will be forever on my lips and I have signed over my soul for you. The ink left bruises on my heart, is this love?
I will call it love as long as there is air in my lungs, even if it leaves me with smoke between my lips. I can learn to love the taste of toxins – just as I have learned to love the bruises on my heart. Just as I have learned to love you.