We’re standing, a face-off
you’re yelling
and I can’t stop staring at your lips
waiting for them to attack me
in more than just words.

I like it when you hate me
when you push me around
like I’m nothing
because deep down
I feel nothing
and the pursuit of your affections
however desperate and fleeting
makes me feel alive in this world
of dust and dead skin cells.

You’re a drug, an obsession,
a possession that I’ll never own
when I’m too busy
lighting you on fire
just so I can watch you burn
because I want to make you feel
the way that I feel
like a heart-attack victim in the making
at the mere thought
that I might get to breathe
the air your lungs exhaled.

We’re standing, a face-off
you’re yelling
I punch you, eyes closed
and we’re going down
‘cause this is as close as I ever want to get
to love.

© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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