A Delicately Dangerous Dance

I swear I’ve been here before, 
but this place feels new.
It doesn’t matter anymore,

but do I know you? 

Quick quick, slow.

It’s not the rhythm that I need, 

but it’s the one that I know,

it’s both how I love, and how I feed.

Tik tik, tock.

Goes the sound of my heart,

like a ticking bleeding clock,

it’s both how I stop, and how I start.

We seem to belong together,

like two sides of a coin, 

destined to spin forever, 

until both sides join. 

I’m heads and your tails,

let’s twirl, spin, dance, and dip,

while we even out the scales

of this fated flip. 

I swear I’ve been here before, 

but this place feels new, 

spinning on this familiar floor,

like a dance with deja vu. 

I know those eyes staring back at me,

and like a curse or broken spell,

turn to ash and debris,

a sudden waltz in hell. 

Quick quick, slow…

It’s not the rhythm that I want, 

but it’s the one that I know,

it’s both how I love, and how I taunt.

Tik tik, tock…

and my heart burrows and drops,

deep within my chest, like a serrated rock.

It’s both how it starts, and how it stops. 

I’m tails and your heads. 

Not that it matters anymore because

as soon as the spinning ends,

I’ll know I was here before, I always was.