the attraction

spend my days thinking of
the tip of your finger pressed to my bottom lip
the drip of blood
your name in the air
my teeth gently on your jugular
being tied to you is
enticing and suffocating
like drowing
like trees killing their leaves
like fireworks
never know when you or i will explode
but its definite
organized chaos feeding off the drama
its freedom
its lust
its every waterfall stored in your mind
my bed is cold
Sleep is interrupted
dreams fragmented and bleak
its me
its my lungs
its my pulse
I'm broken and clinging to the good in you
please come back
i miss you
i miss you
i miss you