You taste like a morning routine of
       Coffee and cigarettes.
A bitter addiction that makes seconds
                      Seem like eternity.
I watch you lie there, eyes closed and
              Lost inside yourself.
Your heart pours down your face in
       Agonizingly silent rivulets.
My hands are cold, but your skin is
            A burning inferno.
I try to comfort you, but only succeed in
       Temporarily warming myself.
I watch you choke because of your
              Stupid suffocating pride.
My hand finds its way to your face, wiping
           Your pain away.
You bring my hand to your lips and kiss it, an
                        Insignificant thank you.
But I smile anyways, meeting your lips with mine,
             Satisfying my selfishness.