Here I lay deceived
By you, yet again
Despite being familiar with your temperament
And your hazardous affection available according to your convenience,
Here I lay asking to be used;
Obsessed and regressed,
Wanting to be refused,
Caught under your enigmatic spell
I am in love with your handsome deception,
Surrounded by your incessant thoughts
Here I lay again wanting to be yours!
But somehow with an innocent act of surprising craftiness—
As my heart weave the fabric of your daydreams
My head doesn’t let me turn those into reality, of course.