Intimacy
makes me feel sick

knotting your hand in mine
adds more tangles to my self-loathing
and we speak only in tongues
we ***** the language of love

Intimacy
it's a pathetic thing
stripped bare are our bodies
beyond our control
it gets hot under these covers
though your eyes, and mine, remain cold

Intimacy
makes me feel sick
I'll repeat that still
let it smother my heartbeat
until I believe it