WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
*Where to begin?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
*Breaking me in?
Missing my skin?

I couldn't move all day,
You are killing me aren't you?
The knife is inching towards my back
Yet I smile and close my eyes
And continue breathing you in, precious poison.

See, this thing will leave me face down.
Like a sick puppy following you around.
If I've never played the fool, I don't know what this is.
Why should I fall for one stolen kiss?

I need to not dwell
*swimming a month in hell*
and I'm terrified of reoccurring infidelities.
Why are you even here with me?
[if that's what we call it]

Well I love you so I'm playing the charade.
I'm getting what I wished for [right?] So why complain?