The Guilt of You

I want all. I want all that’s not mine, but we never align at the same time. My eyes are stained by your frame for all my life. I know that I cannot control myself when I'm with you. I am not a home for you to rest in, I am just a withering garden. I am not a shade of white, lasting radiance; I am just a phantom that still haunts you. I can't trust you with me; I can't trust me with you. Let this slow. You reap what you sow. Yet, the record shows I'm always holding onto what's letting me go. I know that I cannot control myself when I'm with you. I am not a home for you to rest in, I am just a withering garden. I am not a shade of white, lasting radiance; I am just a phantom that still haunts you. With you across my tongue, I taste how fragile you are. With you across my tongue, I taste how fragile we are. Bloom all at once for me as I watch the color rushing to your face. And I can't tell if its love, or my obsession with your warm embrace