burning like a bridge for your body

seasons and seasons stretch on me and change their shape above me, and i can't seem to morph quickly enough to catch up. chemicals in my hair, cuts on my legs; you can try as hard as you can to cut open my sternum and push my ribs away to take that gem, but my skin is thicker than it used to be, dear. i have more than your shower songs, your long legs, and your thick hair. i have more than what he gave me last night, that secret sin, it is a pact i have made with myself to ignore. his picture fades quickly and quietly in my mind, while i battle what i have been trying to forget. what has he done! i am innocent in my own infinite dilemma.