I really like you
And it's still a mystery
if why I do.

But I guess,
It's about how you talk
With a full sense

Or is it how
you adore darkness
like your own safe haven.

Or is it how
Your sad dark eyes
Gaze my soul

Or is it how
Your poems feed
My inner being.

Or is it just how
My loneliness gives me reason
For you to be my prey.

I like you still
But wanting you
Would be a wrong choice.