It’s been months since we last spoke. But somehow I fall back into you like it never ended. It’s like a tango, and you know my steps before I make them. Ever in time with every move I make. I think that’s why you were my downfall. You could read me better than anyone else and in turn, did what you knew would make me fall for you. I know you were waiting for me to come back. Expecting. You are calculating that way.
So here we are again. You overwhelm me like a whirlwind, spinning me until I lose my sense of reality. I crave your destruction. I’m an addict aching for a fix knowing you will never satisfy. At the end of this, I will become a puddle of tears. You will hurt me because you don’t even care about me even though that’s what I so desperately desire.