I  am not sure if you are Good or Bad,
I am not sure if I want to find out,
I know your name,your style, your taste,
But, I don't know what makes you tick,
Makes you smile,
Makes you cry.

There is a story here, one I am not being told
Waiting on you to unwithhold,
This vague cold uncertainty
Of my not knowing what you want,
Tell me what you need, and all
Your ***** little secrets and all
Your little ***** desires,
Addictions, addictions.

I stand lost, astray in your winter gaze,
Like nostalgia for years and years past,
If your looks could ****,
Your words would do much worse,
Give me your best,
Your worst,
Along with
Everything else,
And nothing more,
Or nothing less.

-Jamie F. Nugent