Oh, so you care now?
Well I'm sorry, but you left a knife in my back.






(And the wound has not yet healed).

Hours marked upon the clock
Are but measured spans of time
Where minutes between the hours die
And seconds cease behind

To love the dream
More than the man
Isn't love

Manipulation,
What a move,
Act like a friend,
Wanting to see
What my body can do,
In a private display,
Only you can obtain,
With the exception of him,
You knew of in vain.
Now you foolishly claim
Your intentions are true
While I'm in your room,
I knew not to do.
Attraction both ways,
In our case at least,
With a demeanor so smooth,
With a face you can't beat.
Alas, I'm no fool,
In entirety,
My current union
Going back to antiquity.
I'll settle for no less
Than what I deserve
Which isn't pretentiousness
On a plate of interest, well served.