t
was
simply
you that  
I desired. Not
your posessions.
Nor your attire. You
built me up you took me
higher. You made the spark
that started my fire. You told
me  you  loved  me.  And  I
called you a lier. That
Was the last time
And now I
Conspire
I    must
Love me
T    o    o
I   need
N    o   t
De   sire
M  i  s  s
M a t ch
Stricken
I am  on
F   I  R  E!