We’re fiercely fighting fate in the middle of the night,

She’s laced in white, in my sheets, I turn off the light.
Eventually she crashes. Chest pressed to chest,
Delicately I position her body, binding her to rest.
I step out of bed and I see her bare shoulders shake,
I tip-toe to the moonlight before she can wake.
I inhale our killer while she’s trustfully in my bed,
As I choke on my cigarette it burns what she said.
Even quieter than before I return to my room,
Nose to neck I inhale her beautiful perfume.
I kiss her lips forgetting not to wake her this late,
She kissed me back with a tongue brimmed with hate.
By the bold taste of my mouth she told me she knew,
She felt defeated, but still managed to whisper, “I love you”