Home and in bed, desperate for a goodnight kiss from lips I'll never touch again. My skin as coarse as sand, your hands haven't smoothed it in so long and I can't help but think about the sentimentality of a life we no longer have. 

And if they say you are only as strong as your weakest link, then dear, place this on my shoulders and let it sink me to my grave. Take these fears from my ever failing body and restore me with your ever calming touch, let us return to the sanctuary of each other's arms. 

We lie skin to skin never questioning when this will end. Eyes locked and our hearts stuck in a daze, we dance with our words to this song sung out of key. My heart is a canvas and I've given you the [bad word]  You've [bad word] within my chest, you occupy the space in between my lungs, an organ well past its prime and if you should hope to repair it, in time, then lover put your hand in mine. Let us lay together singing lines with an uncertain rhyme. We are alive together; the reason is in these words. 

But I lay here passed out in the stall of [bad word] down bar with this poison elixir weighing me down listening to the musings of [bad word] philosophers and tales of karaoke bards.