Waltz Of Shadows

You were my target  
Switching on my every flaw  
You are detergent
Cleansing white invading raw
 
Not my therapist
Just damaged lips paired with mine
Not like I'm psychic
Taste your words not read your mind
 
You spill genderless
Weeping acid in your voice
I unlike Atlas
Will drop our highs like a coin
 
You now look blurry
Take more of me as you fly
I feel so muddy
Weighing me down with your eyes.