i’m not coming for your eyes
or those sinful thighs

no.
the one thing i will always come for
the only thing when it comes to you

is the way you play my mind

the way ill comply
without wanting to
without knowing why
just 'cause it's you

it’s you.
it is.
i’m certain it's you.
you...
or is me?

because today i can't help but feel
that you somehow managed to make me your own

make me one of your fcking needs
when you needed a fcking jester
with you sitting on the throne.

but only when you needed me
and only then.

sometimes i catch myself wondering if it was true
if you really made me turn the one thing i love most
against me

me.

it's me.
it is me.
isn't it?

a ******* rose
nourished by the water of your filthy thoughts
kept alive by the damp ground of your words
you are just carefully surrounding my thorns

a chess figure in the masterpiece
you call your life

but you know what's worse?
i like it now
and i call it mine.