You can take my breath away. 

You can tangle me up and scrabble me to pieces and like a puzzle put me back together.

 You can unravel my entity in the palm of your hand and I would stay there looking at your eyes as if they were a whole galaxy. 

With every piece that you shatter, I will shine knowing you will hold on to every one of them forever. Knowing you will love me whole or not in any form of dust I may turn and any creations out of the mould I may become.

I have never taken a breath so reassured of tomorrow. I have never fallen asleep knowing I will wake up to a reality that won't be a nightmare. 

But now every nightmare is welcomed for you are in it and every breath is worth the pain for I spend it with you.

Love was not as soft as I imagined it to be but the pain of it makes me want to live. 

Oh, how long has it been, since I last recalled the fact that I exist?

 How long has it been since I last had the ability to feel anything?

 A void vessel I had become which you so effortless handle and bring to life.

As grateful as I am cursed by your presence I have to admit,

 you killing me has been my best death yet.