You're home. Broken.

I'm not yours, and I never will be.
And yet, when I see your face,
I want to kiss you till the sun fades away.

Kiss me then. Don't break my heart, instead.
It'll find its own weapons and shatter into bits, anyway.
Come morning, sneak out like you intend to.
Go home to your lover, and share a sumptuous meal and share your stories.
If I'm a kiss, and not an entire life,
A kiss is all I'll have.

You're so perfect. You're so right.
Why did you meet me in the night?
And why did you pick that fight?
I have pieces for you and you deserve an entire life.

I had a life,
I have pieces of death.
Every day is a stab, 
Every moment is a wound seeking attention.
Your silence is peaceful.
Your space so filled.
You are home.
Broken.

Baby, you are it.
But I don't have a roof for you.
And I'm poor of the heart.
A meal, shared.
And you, last in line.
You may devour me, yet.
But I want to live free to see how this story ends.
Leave me. Live.

Kiss me then, and leave.
I'll end another story for you.