Writing letters I never intend to send.
Picking up the pieces... to a lost sense of self worth.
Why should I?
When they say I could go on.
Feel so empty... crying out as loud as I can,
in the only language I understand.
And no one reaches me.
Can't you tell how much I want you?
Can't you tell... how often I think about you?
I think you know.
And that's what makes you all the more irresistable.
The crooked blade of your tongue twisting in my heart.
And I love every minute of it.
Good god girl, you own me so completely.
And you revel in every moment.
My question is... are you my salvation?
Aren't you the least bit intrigued by my advances?
Just how much time are we wasting playing coy...
When we could be enjoying so much more.
My impudent little corruption.
I love you because you destroy me.
Like a tongue tickling my lobes...
as red hot iron slips into my skin.
I'd like it if at some point I could get my heart back.
Retrieve it from that glass shard prison of yours.
...on deaf ears.
Like a good girl,
You continue to destroy me more... every day.
Let it end... begin?
With your embrace.
Leaving you as vulnerable as me.
