What You Do To Me

One sweep of my hands,

On your cold fingertips,

Is enough to still my heart.

One word from your lips,

Chapped and full on your face,

Is enough to tear me apart.

One look from your eyes,

Calculating jade orbs,

Is enough to burn like a dart

Loaded with poison.

Each and every moment spent with you,

Before the inevitable end – and it will end –

It isn't and never will be enough.