Choking

Viciously you observe -
making me wait.
You let me run away with
my imagination,
but years too late.
You gave me hope,
but when you woke,
you knew me inside out
and grabbed me by
the throat.

Passionately you hold -
You choke, I choke myself.
But sometimes,
when the passions slacks,
I lean on you for help.
I hate that you
surround me,
burried to the neck.
And I know that you're not me,

But you're as close as you can get.