Saliva

Love to be beside you, the way you smell,
The way your lips feel and your fingernails.
The way your fingers crawl up my spine,
The way you always make me the last in line.
I carry the weight of the world as the past is unfurled, but I won't stop to wonder.
Going through this life on my own made me as cold as a stone.
I'm a ship going under.
And I'd tell you this, but I don't know how.
I'm caving in and I'm falling out and I can't resist