It's a sneaky addiction.
I think I'm fine, then
A few words spoken
and I'm down on my knees again.

I think I've evolved
but as it turns out
I'm the same little girl
desperate for love,
only willing to draw lines in the sand.
A wave of your words
can erase them.

Mold me into
whatever fits best with you.
I'll stay in position
'til the pain is unbearable.

Maybe longer.

Still so desperate for your touch,
it screams under my skin.
I don't know how you sit in silence
with all these sirens.

I need you to rub my spikes down
They're peaking through.