To Him (The Slaughter)

You, more than a name,
More than information-
Whether written on paper or on another's heart.
You, a soul,
A life that has captivated my wondering and unstoppable essense.
You, a body,
That has paralyzed the deepest of darknesses that roams as mine.
You, a light,
That draws me like a moth to flame- to it's end is where by you, I want to be found.
You shake me- in more ways then one.
From the way you tremble my thighs in the purest form of another's immorals to the way you cause the most utterly blissful terrifying tremors in my heart.
You, that takes my breath,
From the word that hasn't been breached yet, for it was to happy for happy and the simple speachlessness you cause within me to the way I can't speak when my heart shrivles from pain-
This pain without cause because you wouldn't move motions to hurt me but pain you silence without even addressing it.
You, not too much but never enough for I need you.
And as I withdrawal and when you begin to wonder how I feel, know this;
I do not like you, those feelings have died. They were slaughtered, drowned in the most viciously beautiful ways. And as those feelings drifting down under I fell completely and unquestionably in love with you...