This is what I meant, when I said you were killing me…
I meant that you were tormenting me.
I am so tired
Of hurting
Of hoping
Of wanting
Of trying to resist the urge to control
Of waiting for you
Of aching for your touch
Of this burning need
To feel you deep inside me
To be at your mercy
Moaning, Aching, Throbbing…
While I’m pleading with you… whimpering out your name
As I’m trying to remember to breathe.
Of feeling like I have no other choice…
Except to be scorched by your fire
Like a moth to a flame
Not being able to resist the beauty hidden in death.