i'm asking you for one more moment,
please, come back for me,
call me and make me hate myself
a little more, all over again.

i can't live without dying for you,
letting you steal away my breath
until my lungs give out.

i need you - i'm addicted to the feel
of your distracted touch.
so please, baby - i'm begging you -

grace me with your indecision
for this final hour.

(my blood is on your hands,
and i want you to come back for more.)

an. edited january twenty-fourth twenty-thirteen