This thing called passion.
It's heat radiating through me,
In ways I never thought.
In my own way I hate you,
In my own way I don't.
I could live in this moment,
The one that you bring.
Still fully clothed,
Yet I feel completely exposed.
You use me and set me aside,
Until the very next time.
I never win,
You never lose.
But I want to fade into you.
Be where you are,
Right by your side.
Can't you see this is murder?
You kill me with each touch.
And yet I want to fade into you.