It’s the way he says my name,

When fresh anger’s left untamed,

And there’s fire in his eyes,

Holding back words I despise.

Dare I fight a little more?

Im angry too — but feel unsure.

Still I risk it, burn the guard,

I choose my words,

And bite back,

hard.

It’s dark in here; I feel air move.

I’m not afraid to hurt but—

lose?

He’s strong, I’m fast,

But not enough,

I feel the weight of too much love.

And suddenly,

I feel a rush,

Is that madness? terror? —

lust?

A blur of shadowy pasts,—

Entwined,

Confuses souls who are lost, —

Inside.

The comedown starts, I’m spinning,

dazed,

Regret ensues, while anger fades,

I’m crying yet confused; alone,

I just want him to come back home.