People like us project thoughts,
in words we should swallow.
Liars like us promise all, but
our vows are still hollow.
And I know trust never comes,
but I beg you to try.
As I look in your eyes,
put faith in my white lie.
But I swear this one’s true,
won’t return to revoke it.
This truth is set in stone,
before I ever spoke it.
See, I’m setting you free,
from my peculiar obsession.
I’ve kept buried so long,
but its pushed for confession.
I swear every one of your flaws,
is sprawled out before me.
And I never thought that your kiss
could ever restore me.
What I’m trying to say,
is my eyesight is fine.
I’ve always seen, you’ve never
been mine.
I never knew why,
I wanted your soul.
It wasn’t sweet company,
but something to control.
And we don’t long to destroy,
the ones we adore.
I wanted you for the keeping,
at the price of war.
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Wanting to be with someone, not out of love exactly, but to control them. That is what infatuation is all about, wanting to consume another, be their everything, it isn't given in return, because it's not love. Wonderful explanation of it - so poetical.