this want is more ephemeral than magic

You pull me in
you pull me down
and it would be so easy
to get fucked up in you

I clench my hands
to keep from reaching
but you've already hooked me
with your smile
and I want to explode
into a sea of butterflies
at the sight of you

But I'm not that ephemeral
I'm not that self destructive
and I can't hold the dream of you
any more than I can
hold onto a dream
and inhale it like a cigarette

I want to brand my lungs
with the smoke of you
and revel in the the way
my chests aches
but I can't afford the addiction
or the way I know
you'll make my mouth
taste like an ashtray
once you're done
licking the inside of it

But I fantasise about it anyway
because it's safe
and fantasies can't break my heart

You pull me in
you pull me down
and it would be so easy
to get fucked up in you