Fiction You

The teeth and claws of your love
are much like a vampires.
After you punctured me,
I am left touching others just to turn them black.

Complicated illnesses leave me wondering if you, in actuality, were non-fiction.
Distrust comes from none other than absence of honesty from somewhere.
I deflect your negligence in an attempt to omit some past with you.

I love your faults even more so than your perfections,
they are what keep you mine.
You do not know that I would stand on the street named 6th
until you invite me in.

I would throw grains of sand at your window and
Complain when you did not come out.
(I am screaming for you in silence)