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Not another person could wound me
The way that you do.
There is no other I'd allow into the marrow of my bones
To revitalize me
To seduce me
And then to destroy me with a single touch.

Every night, your memory tortures the pit of my being
You prick my heart with knives that only wound and do not kill.
And I thank you for it.
I mutter the hymns of angels in sweet exultation
As you tease me with the wiles of the devil.
As I taste your poison lips.
As I'm murdered a thousand times over.

And still I wake without your presence.

Nobody else could bring me to my knees
The way that you do.
I'd not so willingly fall prey to the toxic bite of anyone else's venom.
How it paralyzes me.
How it causes me to forget
My very identity; my very existence.

Every morning, I sell my soul to you and barter
Offering everything I possess and cherish to be spared the misery of you.
And I thank you for it.
I drown within sweet decadence, calling out your name.
As you claim me as your slave.
As you shackle me.
As you prevent me from knowing one moment of joy without you near me.

And still I wake without your presence.

And it wounds me; it cuts me deeply.

Far more than anyone else could.

Description
Not another person could wound me
The way that you do.
There is no other I'd allow into the marrow of my bones
To revitalize me
To seduce me
And then to destroy me with a single touch.

Every night, your memory tortures the pit of my being
You prick my heart with knives that only wound and do not kill.
And I thank you for it.
I mutter the hymns of angels in sweet exultation
As you tease me with the wiles of the devil.
As I taste your poison lips.
As I'm murdered a thousand times over.

And still I wake without your presence.

Nobody else could bring me to my knees
The way that you do.
I'd not so willingly fall prey to the toxic bite of anyone else's venom.
How it paralyzes me.
How it causes me to forget
My very identity; my very existence.

Every morning, I sell my soul to you and barter
Offering everything I possess and cherish to be spared the misery of you.
And I thank you for it.
I drown within sweet decadence, calling out your name.
As you claim me as your slave.
As you shackle me.
As you prevent me from knowing one moment of joy without you near me.

And still I wake without your presence.

And it wounds me; it cuts me deeply.

Far more than anyone else could.