I wait for the day that you'll say my name sweetly.
I know that it's wrong to hold my breath
but I still wait for the day when you'll say
my name in that special way.
You are like poison in my blood
killing me slowly with each smile,
kind word and light touch.
I had convinced myself to be
satisfied with friendship; I was
okay with it, really I was, but you
snatched me back again with the
easiest of gestures.
Like a spider you are trapping me
in a new cocoon of silk and I fear that
this time escape will be far from simple.
For now I am content to snuggle down
into the invisible warmth of you and live
in the fragile dream that you have created
but like all things it will come to an end.
It is just a dream, nothing more, and like
poison your presence is deadly. I should
drain it myself and cut you out like an
unwanted rotten spot but I can't and
when the dream finally ends I will be empty.