My fingers dig in to the light and shade
Grip to his shoulders and tighten on his neck.
The friction ignites us,
We're flint,
And we're sparking.
I've been blinded,
Blindsided,
So often by this
This thing we have.
Us;
We lost it before
And now I have you back
I will burn up every little part of you
So that when you're done with me
And I'm through with you
You will be nothing, and cold, and empty
And needing me,
Depending on the life I stole from this friction.