CO. CONVERSATIONS

you try to show me how it feels
the images etched lightly in my head
your lips move to a different speed
than the fluid flowing in your veins

away from being reckless
we move into each other
become one in a figurative trance
you wait, you breathe, you fight it off

if only something more could come between us
than just the dust and lust that stings
similar to the twinge you feel from your syringe
something i can only see, never feeling the fuss

a facade of sorts, we're falling, in short
tall words refill the void of emotion you have become
if only i could be your deadly little drug