Weak.

you make me so weak. you could crack my veins and pierce my skin with your ultraviolet glances. you could bruise my ankles with your long, mortal, beautifully carved fingers. you could crash me into a wall and leave me bleeding by the seashore. you, and just you could scratch the remains of my dreams and rip my heart out. it will still be beating in your hands because it will recognize you as her one and only rightful murderer. oh, doomed lover..but you never do any of this nonsense and I crawl at your legs and I beg for one last breath of pain.