“You’re an enigma” you’d whisper,
into the night as we cruise the pavement.
My cheeks to your back, I’d sigh.
I’m sure you meant it as a compliment.
One would swoon, any girl would whimper,
You’re a heartthrob, any girl would shiver.
but honey, how I wish I’d do what any girl would,
and yet your alluring words hurt.

I wish you’d know, my subtle signs,
every part of me wishes you’d understand.

I’m no mystery, I leave my heart in the open,
too open perhaps, seeing how the flies hover.
But it was never my heart you’re intrigued by,
it’s the mind I keep under cover.
My mind whom I cherish,
her brilliance often go unnoticed,
and with this mind I am very much aware,
the ***** intentions you bear.

I’m no enigma, but I keep my cards close,
you can’t fool me, but I know not to boast.
even with knowledge I’m right here by your side,
ready to hurt, ready to abide,
anything to escape my reality,
and run into your cruel hide.