Scar

I love her; she is my drug.

Im in love. Her skin shines with the smallest passage of light, and she is so cold but within my hold her body warms against my skin. She is my drug, the only thing that gets me through these bad days and she helps me stay sane when others just don't know what to say to my sadness. She is light, i hold her with wobbly arms as she kisses all the softest places of my skin and i pretend that her lips are leaving the red trail and not her razor-sharp teeth. I am better. after a dose of my gorgeous silver beauty I can smile again for she is the only one who can understand my pain and fix it.