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.

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