How can I know you so utterly and know you so very, very little?
You surprise and unnerve me
At every turn.
I knew you would be back,
But failed to predict this determined silence.
Now that you have the information you need,
You seem to need nothing further.
And I? I am pure need, willing you to reach out again.
A fool was I, to think that waiting for you to make the first move
would give me all the power,
I have none, I never did.
You have taken everything from me
Time and time again,
And still I know nothing of the secrets of your heart.
Maybe there are none,
Perhaps it was mere curiosity, that being satisfied
Allows you now to sleep soundly
Unplagued by thoughts of me.
Well, I remain in agony, thinking of you constantly,
Wondering, speculating, pulled apart
I've never known, will never own
Your strange, intriguing heart.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
How can I know you so utterly and know you so very, very little?
You surprise and unnerve me
At every turn.
I knew you would be back,
But failed to predict this determined silence.
Now that you have the information you need,
You seem to need nothing further.
And I? I am pure need, willing you to reach out again.
A fool was I, to think that waiting for you to make the first move
would give me all the power,
I have none, I never did.
You have taken everything from me
Time and time again,
And still I know nothing of the secrets of your heart.
Maybe there are none,
Perhaps it was mere curiosity, that being satisfied
Allows you now to sleep soundly
Unplagued by thoughts of me.
Well, I remain in agony, thinking of you constantly,
Wondering, speculating, pulled apart
I've never known, will never own
Your strange, intriguing heart.
