Fucking magnets,
you and I.
Still addicted to the taste of each other's skin,
the weight of your body on mine.
I turn up on your doorstep every full moon --
uninvited, midnight, hungry.
My bare skin flickering in white light,
knuckles heavy against the wooden door.
I play devil's advocate once more --
one crooked smile and a bite of the lip and I'm in.
So I traipse down your hallway and you pounce,
pushing me up against the wall.
"Next time I won't let you in" you say, but your eyes are wild
and I know you'll let me in one time more.
You've never been able to say no to me,
your little hazel brown eyed addiction,
forever a junkie to my touch.
Stuck to your flesh as though I were just another one of your tattoos.
So here we are, third time this month,
my body hard against the wall, your fingers wrapped around my throat.
And I'm laughing and you're shaking your head and whispering depraved things in my ear.
We are wolves, you and I --
we scratch and we howl and we bite several times more.
I watch the way your hands begin to shake and I sink my teeth a little further in.
You see,
you broke my heart and now I just keep breaking your bones.
I'll wear you out, break you down, tear flesh and muscle.
And they'll ask you why you're falling asleep at work tomorrow,
and I'll cover all your mark on my skin.
And we'll continue to collide every few weeks,
whenever I decide to throw you out of orbit,
bursting like supernovas,
leaving nothing but damage in our wake.
My silly old crooked love,
your soul prisoner to my fingertips,
my heart still bloody in your hands.
you and I.
Still addicted to the taste of each other's skin,
the weight of your body on mine.
I turn up on your doorstep every full moon --
uninvited, midnight, hungry.
My bare skin flickering in white light,
knuckles heavy against the wooden door.
I play devil's advocate once more --
one crooked smile and a bite of the lip and I'm in.
So I traipse down your hallway and you pounce,
pushing me up against the wall.
"Next time I won't let you in" you say, but your eyes are wild
and I know you'll let me in one time more.
You've never been able to say no to me,
your little hazel brown eyed addiction,
forever a junkie to my touch.
Stuck to your flesh as though I were just another one of your tattoos.
So here we are, third time this month,
my body hard against the wall, your fingers wrapped around my throat.
And I'm laughing and you're shaking your head and whispering depraved things in my ear.
We are wolves, you and I --
we scratch and we howl and we bite several times more.
I watch the way your hands begin to shake and I sink my teeth a little further in.
You see,
you broke my heart and now I just keep breaking your bones.
I'll wear you out, break you down, tear flesh and muscle.
And they'll ask you why you're falling asleep at work tomorrow,
and I'll cover all your mark on my skin.
And we'll continue to collide every few weeks,
whenever I decide to throw you out of orbit,
bursting like supernovas,
leaving nothing but damage in our wake.
My silly old crooked love,
your soul prisoner to my fingertips,
my heart still bloody in your hands.