do you even know how you possess me?
my thoughts
my moods
my words
my grooves
my curves
and my lines
all defined by your smile
how could the tamed be consumed by the wild?
haunting me
taunting me
caressing me
undressing me
a hope that has no guarantee
a plague of thoughts that we’re meant to be
a prison from which I don’t want to be free
this pain feels good, don’t you agree?