How do you do it?
How do you do this to me?
How do you manage to pull me in,
chew me up, spit me out.

How do you fool me?
Deceive me,
a guilty pleasure you are.

A way with words you have.
Manipulative,
twisting and turning my thoughts,
as those lips of yours run.

At the palm of your hand,
right where you want me.

Right where you had me.


And just as I think you've faded away,
up from the pit of fire you rise.
Slithering into my soul,
eating away at my heart.

How do you do it?