You held my focus  
With every slip of your tongue

My breath snatched, lungs yours
Melodic laugh a miracle among cures

Held at gun point by your eyes
Admiring soft angles, no harsh lines
You have me mesmerised

But those eyes drift, much like the tide
All your sweet nothings
Evaporate, and your words recognised
Hollow, passion if a lie cannot die

My focus on you is not returned
The realisation bitter
Indirectly burned, lesson learned

As the drip continues
It will soo end
I’ll gain a new fixation
This path will bend

Until then, smoke fills my lungs
And I choke on unspoken dismay
If between us there is a string of fate
I’ll stand back, admiring the fray