I still feel you next to me, your
breath like a suffocating hug dances around my neck.
Your presence lingers in the air
of my room, so smothering,
Your fingertips still burn the
skin even though you are just a light mist.
I still cannot resist the urge to
call you, to have you one more night.
You are my demise - the curse
which keeps coming when I think I am healed.
Your addictive taste leaves me
weak for days, I am going so insane
I can’t keep my mind occupied
with clear thoughts.
I love how you mold me underneath
you like how a potter shapes the clay to vase.
I am lost in your lips as if I am
swimming in the ocean, sinking deeper.
Your voice is like a siren song to me, my resistance is pointless,
I have given up on me.
…
Let me have you one more time,
Poisoned from your scent I lose
all the instincts for survival.
I love how primal I am with you,
free from all the rules I try to keep,
I don’t like to stay in those
lines, obedient, follower of the order.
When my demon meets your the real magic
begins,
Two souls condemned, spellcasting
in the darkness of the night,
Songs so loud, screams of promised
evil seen as sinful yet so fulfilling those basic needs.
The knots of broken promises
between us tied so strongly, entwined in one.
You and I together – a recipe for disaster,
so dangerously playing the forbidden games.
No healthy boundaries between us,
every rule to keep me safe is so easily unlearned.
You and I – synchronically creating
art of passion and hurt,
Wounds so deep, impossible to cure,
repeated scars, marks of stolen happiness.
We are treated as criminals –
bold and unhinged in every aspect,
Our bodies laugh at the damage we
inflict when we are together,
We cannot erase those moments; we
are extremely toxic – normality is not for us.
Every time you pull me closer I feel
the need to feel small and weak,
Like how the sugar dissolves into
the hot tea – the smallest particles of me remain unchanged.
I am the milk to your coffee –
making the bitter flavor bearable on the tip of your tongue.
You and I – so damaged yet
together so complete,
I hope these traumas never heal –
this play never gets too old.
Like a movie black-and-white, we
are so classic – textbook emotionally unstable,
Push and pull, anxious avoidant –
yet we manage to exist.
…
I still try to touch you in the
morning even though you never stay the night
Looking for the sweetness of your
mouth, I need this quick fix to survive another grey day,
Like a distant echo I still hear
my words to have you one more time.
I keep promising myself I can quit
you, yet my skin screams for you.
My body still shivers every time I
remember your whisper in my ears.
I keep wonder if this hunger will
ever be satisfied or it is just the thrill of you and I never be right for each
other.
I keep being drawn to you like a
moth into the flame knowing very well that
If I keep playing with your fire, I will burn down into ashes every minute,
Countdown so unpredictable, impossible to keep on track -
Never to be whole again.
