Hello, how are you, are these the words I'm supposed to say? I find myself at a loss, speechless if you will, to see you here again. I found out today just how weak I really am, was that your intention? Can I count on your discretion? I think we both know I have to be a secret, but can you keep it? Hidden in shadows, I wonder if you only crave me because I am forbidden, out of reach to anybody else, a guilty pleasure if you will, don't you know I cannot help being yours?
Hello, how are you, do you think you'll be staying long this time? I know you wanted to avoid prying eyes and I suppose that's half the fun, I'll play the game if it means you'll hold me in the dark, but don't you know you had me from the first kiss, intoxicated by your very being and I find I don't know how to do anything but fall right back into you.
Trying to build up walls around my heart, I don't want to hurt the way I did, breaking upon your alter again but you are the only god I know how to worship anymore, so easily I fall back too my knees, and you love the way I pray to you.
Hello, how are you, why do you keep coming back time and time again? Are you drawn to me the way I'm drawn to you? I find these questions on the tip of my tongue but I cannot find a way to claw the words from my throat, choking on my fear if you will, that you only crave me as a way to pass the time, that you only want me because I am easy, that you don't realize I am only easy for you, that there is no one else that sets my blood on fire the way you do, no one who makes my breath catch in my throat, leaves me gasping for more, I crave you in a way I didn't realize I could crave another person, like a favorite place to go I find that all I want is to be where you are and it is terrifying, daunting if you will to feel this way about someone I can never truly have.
Hello, or I mean good-bye, short-lived if you will I guess I should have known you could not stay but how I wonder what it could be if you did, could we have been happy if only you were willing to stay?
How foolish of me to believe you wanted anything more then moments wasted in the dark, that I could believe I meant anything more to you the some fun to pass the time.
