Old Friend

Hello again old friend of mine,
With your fingers tightened hard around my neck...
With your sweet, cold, breath against my cheek,
And hollow eyes through which you stare at me.
I can feel your lips against my skin
And your words sound sweet and you may win
This argument, this daring promise of forever,
But I'd never... well I may have...
I'd like nothing more than to ignore your touch,
Than to recoil at your embrace....
But no, you're my favorite place
Of darkness, doubt, and innocence.