I'm quietly going insane
As your words twist
Through my tangled hair,
Caress my neck with
Careless breath, with promises
So fit to break, I'm fit for
Nothing but to be held
In arms that charm and lead
And bend me into shape,
As I find myself again
Upon a knife edge, always
Losing track of my sanity,
When you're with me.
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