are you confused?
which way to go,
what you should do?
torn apart?
i'm pulling you this way
while they are desperately
trying to make you stay
am i messing with your mind again?
making you want
forcing you to need
am i enjoying
the uncertainty in your eyes?
when you squirm
do i laugh?
am i mocking you
while you struggle?

i do not

like i said
i am not your complication
you are mine
my aim is not
to unsettle you,
not to unnerve you,
not to go back,
move forward perhaps. . .

but i could tell . . .
the unknown scares you
losing control makes you
run as far as your
feet could carry you,
you'd rather lay there
where you can predict
when everything ends,
no quick movements
no surprises
everything is staged,

yeah dear,
i have the nerve
to call you a coward,

your move?