Your cold hands rip apart the love you said I'd always have. You rip out my already broken heart and stomp on it until it's just shards of what it used to be. Even after that I fall for your wicked lies when you tell me you love me. It's like your name is carved into my brain, constantly making me see the shadows what what we were, like a song on repeat. Your words are poisonous but I can't seem to stay away from them, they lure me in like a moth to a flame. I always get burned but I crave it, I crave you.