I haven’t left you..though at times I think I should.
I feel you watching me..watching you.
Deep contemplation. Lusting for love..though you swear..I have it.
I control it. I own it. No need to ask or hunt.
Your words..not mine.
If I have it..wouldn’t I know it?
I watch you..watching me. Wanting something that you will never have.
I say..You have it. Though you swear, you don’t.
I can only give what I can..and take what you share.
If I’m not what you want..Why are you here?
If you’re not what I want.. Why are you here?