Black Magic

A spell only talks a few lines; a few words.
A little of this and that.
But the spell you casted on my heart can't be reversed. It's like a drum beat that in never ends in New Orleans. It has tempo, drive, ambition. It's more than music. The beat in my heart doesn't know the rhythm.

I slowly get into sync with it. Trying to let the melody flow through my bloodstream. I didn't know I could remember. It's Black Magic. In my head ; in my heart. And I cannot make your spell.

We dance to the beat of our hearts. So out of sync but finding the flow in everything. Despite my clumsiness and your unbalance. Both hate being talked at , touched; cared for. But finding it is different within one another.
It's Black magic.
Unsure of what may come, easing into this. Being careful not to step on any armed bombs. Both treading so carefully it scares them both. Not sure of who to protect first. You or Them. It's a constant battle. It's a battle that you are willing to fight for.
Black magic has a way of turning something good into something bad. But what if it's already bad. What if we turned chaos into beauty? Make a beautiful day; memory; life.
With Black Magic you never know what you're getting into until you pay the price.
Im willingly paying that toll. Black Magic doesn't scare me.