Dangerous Moves

Shadows on the wall, repeating who I was. Every step that brings you closer pulls me further from myself. You’re the kind of fire I should never dare to touch, but there I go, so stubborn, wanting to be burned. Your voice cuts through my chest, promises made to break. Don’t ask me what is happening... I am not falling in love. Dangerous moves, you pull me in before I think. Every time you look at me, something tries to wake within. It isn’t love... It never will be. I’m only playing with the blade of your dangerous moves. Honey when you speak, venom when you breathe. Every kiss tastes just like something I refuse to name. Every warning sign is screaming, “Get away,” but how infuriating... that I still want you here. Your voice cuts through my chest, promises made to break. Don’t ask me what is happening... I won’t admit it to myself. What did you do to me? I barely know myself. A thousand times I promised I would never fall again. Yet here I am inventing excuses not to give in. And if they call this love... what a cruel little joke. I’d rather say it was another failure of my skin. Dangerous moves, you always find me again. Every touch leaves behind a fire I can never put out. It isn’t love... Listen to me carefully. If I ever say that word, then I lose to you as well. Dancing at the very edge, refusing to step away. With you... dangerous moves. Dangerous moves... Your dangerous moves... You don’t have me... ...do you? “No, it isn’t love. That would mean I’ve already lost.”