Don't you see?

I want what you want, and possibly more.
All I want is that cluttered apartment floor,
where music is played that I've never heard,
and I relish in your every whispered word.
This has gotten a bit out of hand, has it not?
You've tangled up my heart, and now I am caught.
This will have to rest, we've had more than enough.
Besides, I've no more poetic words for you, love.
I'll resort to perpetual, compromising dreams of us
A subconscious addiction, from dawn until dusk.