Your hands are tied around my neck,
The air has no way to go.
I enjoy it, but yet I am scared,
Do I care if you go too far?
You apply a little more pressure, just a bit,
I feel like I am high,
But at the same time so done with it.
Is this everything I am to you?
Am I just a little plaything,
a person to experiment on,
a mind to put to the test,
or do you understand what I am coming from?
Do you know why I love your hands around my neck?
Why I like you being unpredictable, taking things too far?
Are you aware I am addicted to the feeling,
of you and me being in this war?
This constant battle of push and pull,
this chokehold that is cutting my heart in two,
bound to love those fingers around my throat,
while secretly desiring us to be through.
You are the best that has happened to me,
But the worst too,
You are the most dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered,
At at the same time you are perfect to me, you.
You are a dance with the devil,
but the feeling is so divine,
My feelings are kept in the dark,
but they shine through at the same time.