Maybe your aim is to sweep me off my feet
to plunge me into darker days, dreaming of you?
Or maybe you're just case sensitive
a clingy car-wreck of emotion
latching onto, and bleeding dry
your host, with parasitic tendencies?
These are all questions
of which I am not certain.

What I am certain of, is this:

You will meet me
You will love me
You will leave me

  and I will make it so.