Knowing you brings me warmth, though you leave me in unending cold.
With my cards laid bare, I see none of yours; I cannot help but to fold.
You come and go like the winds of time; you part without a word.
Your languid indifference reverberates; in this silence, it does not go unheard.

Your closeness to me terrifies; you are my viper’s nest.
With fangs that long for the taste of my flesh, you rip into this chest.
Like a lion in the den of my heart, you entreat to devour my soul.
To live as prey to your predator, time has deigned to be my role.

Trapped in cycles of hurt and scorn in your presence, I live to know fear.
You have come to nest within my heart; I cannot help but to have you near.
I want to know your heart and soul, but you are sharp to the touch.
I reach out for you, pricking my fingers; poison-laced edges infuse me as such.

Despite the pain of your lonely company, I still did hope you would leave me freed.
Yet you never fail to wound me so; I cannot help but to bleed.
In your lack of insight, hindsight, and foresight, you hurt me more than you know.
In understanding, I learn to know your heart; only closer to you do I grow.