You’re such a tease. you know I’d like to have you.
You attempt to open me up…
When it finally works, you’re silent.
I try my best to figure you out. Yet, I never do.
I claim I know nothing about you.
Maybe I’m wrong.
Why can’t you tell me what I want to hear?
I abide by all your rules.
I do what you ask of me, whenever you ask of it.
I’m afraid of how possible it is that I might allow you to come in and fuck my whole world up.
I’m afraid… of you.