It's Only Me Now

Unrobed in dark crevices,
our shadows curve into one another,
as our pulsing hearts beat like mockingbird wings in flight.
Painful silence seizes the air as a gasp,
a gasp utters,
from the creak in the old, wooden floor.
Each step towards you feels weighted down,
like an extra person clumsily attached to me. Each step is like a betrayal, a rejection rather than an acceptance.
Flirting dangerously with disastor, I know better than to be here.
To be here with you,
that is.
But here I am,
exposed,
open,
fragile,
clutching tightly onto the empty promises and false hopes that I've always kept maintained for you and you alone.
I'm a seemingly strong person, but with you, one glance and I melt like a childhood popsicle left out on the tire swing in summer.
Flight, an empty word, I think.
You, aware of your power over me, know that one touch,
just one touch, would destroy me. Because of your strength and my weakness you could strangle me, like Mice and Men, with your hands bare.
Yet you choose, to lightly dance your fingertips on my smooth skin. You dare not come any closer, believing that you could protect me from your own darkness. Despite my begging,
pleading,
compromising,
threats, and overall hysteria, you watch me and guard me as if I'm a wounded bird.
But, don't you know that I want you? For you to be the one to destroy me?
Aren't you aware how much I crave you and your bear claws? Doesn't my need for you seep into the space between us?
Let your walls down. I've let mine down for you.
Your words and actions mean nothing if the two are not simultaneous.
But as the winter chill of that fateful night, the ice you built between us is nowhere near the point of oblivion, and are bodies are no longer entangled in a sweet embrace.
You know me,
you cannot deny that.
One day,
one of these days in this lifetime,
or the next,
I will drown in you.
Ready or not, here I come.