Not mine

Your neck is no longer mine to breathe warm kisses on,
My neck is yours, outstretched, waiting for a noose.
Your wrists are no longer mine to wonder at the deep blue rivers
that lead to your ocean heart. My tempests leave me choking on the salt water
pouring from my eyes, your spirit streaming out leaving my veins dry.
My wrists are yours.
I no longer carry your heart, it now beats bright with adventure,
my hearts pumps glass shards into all my limbs.
Every second a new rush of agony roars around my body,
and I scream for you, but your ears are not mine.