Your love holds me hostage. Never giving me what I want.
I want you.
You tease me with your existence.
I’ve met many women. None do it for me as much as you.
You don’t give in. Like a closed diner, forcing me to turn around and go home. To starve for another day. Or try a new restaurant, knowing the whole time, I just wanted you.
You hide from me.
We go to the bar and you end up on the other side of it. We’re like magnets. Together, we’re boring. But apart, we have so much pull. Cosmically, you’re creating tension. And the invention will leave me like a wild buck; stir crazy, and ready for action.
My foot stomps the ground. My fists hit the air. And you’re on the phone laughing, with not a single care. Unaware, you’ve created a monster.
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