Heart to be broken

What else is there left to say?
I sit anticipating as I claw at my skin,
The constant waiting
What will be of us?
I know he’s dangerous but I can’t stop
Stay far from him, I warn myself
But I always fall back into his grip
He doesn’t even need to call me
I come falling, falling
His love is a knife waiting to stab itself into my heart
And I know of the pain to be
Yet I can’t tear myself apart

Tonight

The past conversations flicker in my drowsy brain as my eyelids gently begin to fall and I’m surrounded by darkness. The slight ringing in my ears as I toss and turn hoping you won’t turn up in my thoughts tonight. I spent the past few hours forgetting or better yet said removing myself from the obsession that is you. But in the quietness of my room you dance before me, teasing me to let myself obsess again.
I am too weak to hold on, but not strong enough to let go.