The air beside me is rigid and stale.
What you gave me dissolves in my mouth moments after you leave.
How I wish it would linger, like the marks on my back,
Though even those will fade.
And again I am an empty, blank canvas.
I want to carry your fingerprints forever.
Let your image fill the places where I am empty,
And let your presence paint what is blank.
For you, I would live until my very last day,
Just to be your cure.
I would let my eyes close in the night,
So that I might better understand your strife.
I would lie to the universe for you.
So take these worlds, and let them dissolve in your body as I leave.
You and I will supply each other with drugs until we wither away.