Written before I came up with my current theories. Before you told me you loved me, before I believed it.

The Toy

i always seem to like you too much
falling so easily into the traps you set
lost to wonder and reverie inside your eyes
for this thing that we can never be

you call my name like you mean it
with your hollow silken voice
crushing me up against you
to feel the beat of your heart

a thousand sensations seduce me
almost believing your unspoken lies
telling myself again like a mantra
that your hand belongs to her

a hand, a life, such simple words
cannot change the color of the heart
but i know the way the tale will end
if I let you lose your promises

I instead resolve to resist a little harder
letting go inside your tight embrace
and push away all that might occur
in all the worlds that I will never know