You ruin me.
Every time you touch me. Every time you smile at me. Every time you even frown at me, with those brown eyes that are capable of setting my body on fire.
And I ask myself ...why do I do this to myself? I tell myself- never again. I say to myself that there has to be an end to this.
Then you say my name- a whisper, so simple, as if it's nothing... I watch mutely as I see your mouth making the shape of my name, and slowly, very slowly, it floats toward me, the sound touching my ear, ever so softly- before it explodes.
And I'm ruined all over again.
The trouble is I'm never more alive. Every time you ruin me, even my tears sparkle. The heartache makes me touch the moon.
Call me a fool, but I am willing to lose it all to feel that high. Because I can't bear to exist in the absence...in the silence.
So, go ahead, ruin me again.