I Don’t Want To Do This

I am shaped by the way that you use your body
I am moved by the way that you talk and shift

The twitch of an eye
The shuffling of hands
They fall from you
As half-made plans

I am shaped by the way that you use your body
Am I ashamed to confess its control over me
Do I want to do this
Do I want to do this
I don't want to do this
I don't want to do this

She's tucking in the sheets
With tears in her eyes
I think it will be fine this time
But sometime soon
I'll surely crack
This weight
This urge will break my back
And with that crack
My bones will splinter
And pierce two hearts that hoped for better