I wish that I could love you less.
I bleed myself dry to please you.
I carve you ivory from my ribs.
I fast for days to gorge on fantasies of you.

You are like a riddle, you speak in tounges.
My face screws up and warning lights blind me.
This riddle I can not win,  you can not love.

I'll spend my life reading between your lines.
Looking for the point between your circles.
I wont have to look for you for long.
You are a dot-to-dot to my digging my grave.