I see you there, staring at me. Wanting me so much to be held, I can't. I want you, that rush of excitement you give me but, I can't. You tease me, tempt me, remind me of the past, I pick you up and press you to my skin. The old excitement is back and I'm almost lost again but, I can't. They say you're not good for me but what do they know? They don't understand how much I need you, want you. So I press you harder and harder to my flesh, you take hold and rip away my fears. The blood flows freely across my sin but, I can't. My only love becomes my enemy, my weakness. It is only as I stare at the damage that I realize, I won't.