I see it all.
I tap in and try to peel back the layers.
Can a man be separated from his spirits?
I can hear them hiss behind your words when you speak.
I can feel your desire when I hug you.
And I know that you care,
but I don’t add up to your expectations.
The laundry list of change is oppressive to me.
But I will comply with your every command.
You are the Master of my heart now.
I can’t get past the flames of your Sun.
Those burning rays penetrating my soul.
Seeing all of my dark secrets.
I can not hide from you.
I don’t want to, for once in my life.
For all that you can see about me,
you seem not to see me at all.
You play a tight game of cat and mouse.
And I am caught in the cross hairs of my desire, over you.
Cupid has plucked my heart and eaten it.
It is crumpled up at the bottom of his stomach.
And ceases to beat but for you.
I want to get over you…for my own self preservation.
But Cupid has eaten my heart.
I am stuck in a loop.