No. No. No.
The only thing
That I can think
When our hands touch
Or our lips meet.

No. No. No.
This is all wrong,
Not at all the way
It's supposed to be
Between you and me.

Am I ruined?
Am I broken?
What in the world is wrong with me?
If my mind is telling me no,
Then what part of me is telling me yes?

Evil hides in the darkness
and I've tried so hard,
my dear,
to make you see
your black thoughts rear their head.
I'm the knight
and the dragons are all around you.
Your emotions curl and hiss
and all I have is a spear.
But I'm afraid to strike, my darling.
I'm afraid to charge.
Seeing they're so wrapped around you.
I've failed to be your shining knight
because all I'm fighting is your
black twin,
and sometimes I can't see the
difference between the two.

I should have stayed far away from you.
I recognized the magic you were capable of.
The gleam you put in my eye was a poisonous lie.
Every night you held me could have been the last, if you only wished it.
I remember your fingertips tracing my skin and my mind fills with spiders crawling over my flesh.
My lips recall yours, sweet and warm, and my mind sinks to times I was sick with wine.
Your strong embrace is now a prison in my head, entrapping me in your steel, hard arms.
Every word you spoke lured me farther from my sanctuary out into the cruel open world.
And you pounced.

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
***** of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my *******, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.