You kiss me, or maybe I kiss you. It is soft and reassuring at first. Then it becomes something else, something akin to survival. You kiss me like I am oxygen. I let you take me in and inhale my scent. I let you see my want and fulfill it and in return, you let me do the same. But it is not the same, it can never be the same. I have learnt the hard way that you want someone else and that I will always be a temporary fix. I force my eyes to stay open as I watch you unravel. Your tears are acid, each time they touch my skin it burns. I let you take off my shirt and you let me unbutton yours. You are perfect. I memorize every spot, every scar and stretch mark. I trace my fingers along your body and commit the feel of you into memory. But you are too impatient, you need your fix and you need it quick. You don’t want to remember my bare hairy chest. You don’t want to see me naked and vulnerable. You pull my head to your breasts and we start our descent into my heaven and hell.