don't drop crumbs on the floor
don't produce dirt on the sofa

don't be weak but
entertaining
don't tell me your story
cause i hate it

don't take control in bed
don't try to find the speed
don't talk about your needs

don't question my dont's
don't think that you won't

you are like cake
little substance
rising to a gentle warmth
a mouth full of air

your flavour is sweet
satisfying
at the time of eating
but an aftertaste
of guilt
a feeling of being
a little bit *****

you are always there
to temp a stray
from the right path
displaying your wares
like a shop window

what harm can a little pleasure do
no one will know
and you only live once

The way you infect my blood
I am unable to fight your disease
My pale skinned face red with heat
My troubled head goes without ease

Bones are frail, you allow me no sustenance
I lie weak in my bed drenched in sweat
I know you are gone for all of tonight
so why does it feel like you never left?

Tortured heart racing, keeping me alive
My labored breaths keep me from sleep
Tossing and turning, feeling you near
My mind spiraling from your fever dream

I feel the end is making camp nearby
Death's cold, unjust hand rests on my my own
You make your way throughout my body
Until at last my body becomes your home

You were overzealous, had me concealed.
You tried to care, you thought you were my shield.
You created this storm-cloud,
Always angry and loud.
You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.

maybe this was supposed to happen
maybe you were supposed to let me go
and I don't blame you--
my darkest deepest parts leaked out
into your broken hands and like
wine they stained--
some days I still feel like needing you
some days I feel at home--
written in the stars our heartbreaks
led us to each other
then led us both away--