Backwards Dancing.

Talk to me.
Tell me.
Touch me.
Stay with me.
I'd do anything for you.
For a little bit of the poison that is your lips on mine.
For that stinging little bit of agony,
That means that for this moment your mine.
To feel your heartbeat, racing against mine.
For anything that that would tell me,
Just how much I mean to you.
Tell me everything, give me nothing,
Touch me softly, break my back,
You've done it all,
I know it all,
Like some twisted dance,
I break myself for you,
and hand you the pieces of me that mean the most.
I don't try to bite the hand that feeds,
But I crave the feeling of being something more.
Of killing this emptiness,
Born into me, by your kisses.
That swell and feed the silence, while smothering the thoughts.
That make everything seem like they will be alright.
You were something that was always like a dream,
The only proof I have of you ever being here,
Are these scars, running across myself,
Reminding myself of every time I hurt.
Trying to warn myself, of this tango, that kills.
But I'll dance another day with you,
Telling every time, I will get more,
I won't live without the poison,
But I will break free.
Kill the addiction,
By killing you.