The terror of him consumes you,
constricting your soul from moving
under the darkened phrases of that mind.

Feelings surface deep within you
that no man has ever found inside,
but he draws everything out so easily.

Your fingers have yet to touch,
the physical distance keeping you at bay,
yet it's as if you've spent days in his arms
as you think of the warmth he's spoken.

He's a disaster, that you're sure,
as he harnesses the power to destroy you
with his words or lack there of.

Saying he's a risk is an understatement,
yet your heart has a new source of life
thinking of that one chance with him.

You've tried to walk away, forget him,
and disappear from this twisted fate
you've both written for one another,
but your fingers won't stop typing his name.

You cannot bare the thought of losing him,
as his words have filled the void
you hadn't known existed in your heart.

He's the kryptonite you never wanted,
the weakness you so desperately ran from,
but you're addicted to the risk of him,
the risk of being with him
and the warmth he promises you.