a double edged sword held to my throat
your lips on my neck but filled with venom
your voice in my head whispering lies
you kissed me hard and held me close
and you swore it was special
you swore I was special
you have one hand holding my waist
the other holding a knife to my back
half of you is going to break me and damage me
the other half wants to put me back together again
and I'm stuck in the crack of the two
holding my heart in my hands like a wide eyed child
ready to offer it to you
fully knowing that I will regret every second of it