Broken

My fingers bleed. I've been writing too much. Preventing these words from searing my battered throat. And I can't even scream so I sketch your face. Each line was a cry. Each curve bore blindness. Prevent my arms from failing. Limitless expressions to your face I can't conform, But give hands the chance voice wouldn't have. It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips, they didn't even touch. No skin on skin. The first time in my life that I existed. And each time that we breathed, we were reborn. We're reborn each time we breathe. These nights were gaining strength yet losing ground. A short-lived grace. Your tongue!