The blury is transparent from a brocken reflection

Inspired by :Zayn - Pillow Talk

I'm seeing the pain and the pleasure written in two chapters of your right mind. I'm seeing the pain of stripping off my identity and the pleasure of orchestrating the satisfaction which is kindling in between my thighs, I see the beauty of it, I see the disgusting side of it but most importantly I see your side of it.
I feel the pain of sleepless nights with melody in my head, melody which takes me back to the night we agreed into meeting your diction, telling it like its fiction with no intention but an empty contradiction...that was nothing but a twisted mission, you make this whole "baby I love you, baby you are the one" seem different but what you are trying to tell me is the complete opposite and I can read the sings
I know we are going back but forward in your mind, making out and breaking up, talking but maintaining the silence, laughing together and gazing at the lonely hearts beating on each other's chest...
cant we feel our souls drying out, starving for each other's affection, if you cant feel your soul at least feel my heart roar, feel my feet tremble, I'm struggling to walk into the world you are pushing me away from, I'm not afraid of your storms so let me face them
let us agree on one thing, one thing being your spirit longs for my touch, your hands are shaking, awaiting to interlock with mine, your knees are bruised because they are pushing your body, mobilising it towards me yet your mind is holding back your heart is failing
I'm waiting...let us break each other's hearts, let us have biter endings, let us use  a minute, or two, or even three and make each other regret falling in love, let us blur the memories we created, let us put our Brocken hearts on display and capture authentic, false, good, dangerous love...our love