I have lost myself 
in us, in dreams, in love
and warm pillows that
seep into the night,
succulent dreams on the
hillsides of love’s graveyard.
Who dares disturb
the slumber of past loves?
Crack my bones on your knees,
you are the reaper;
you are the stagnant pool of emotions; 
cowardly and cunning.
Coming too late into my life.  

(Source: shespeaksyvon2)