formaldehyde kiss

there is a sentence, sprawled on a single piece of paper, beside a mattress assuring me that, my heart will never break, and i'm as dependent on it, as a hopeless addict, on the needle being clean, broken framed photographs, perched on aging furniture, unconsciously reminding me, as does the shrapnel scar of, a wounded vet, you know its love when we, dance without moving and converse, without the lifting of tongues, every silver will tarnish, every flower will wither, but if, you part before one heart stops, with my last dying breath. i swear. i would die a thousand deaths. before i let your lips touch mine.