Necrosis
My heart is gathering dust
and my lips are gathering cobwebs
and I need you to come and sweep them away
with your kiss
My fingers have become stiff with rigor mortis
as love always dies a slow death
and I no longer recall how it feels
to intertwine hands with another
Have I relegated myself to a mausoleum of my own making
or has the universe decided I am not worthy
of things which come so easily to others
Return me to the earth
and let the dirt quell my heart of what it seems
are otherworldly longings
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
You know how sometimes we fall in love with the characters in the books we read? This is how I have come to love you. Your words are illustrative of a beautiful soul.
Most of the time I feel my words are rather dark and depressing, so you must be attracted to goth. 😉