You're So Cold...

How dare you try to act as if you don't know!

That was pure mean. I wonder if you mean it! I heard, I blocked you out like you didn't exist again and I'll do it over and over. You don't know who you're playing with, here. I possess everything you want and can't be. I'm younger, prettier, and have the nerve you maybe wish you did. All the girls you like love me. I'll starve you out for myself. I don't care what you think; you're going to lose. Even you know it!

I smirk at you and you smile back. I see you laughing at my jokes at the corner of my eyes, and know I've got, at the very least, your attention. You told me I annoy you, I tell you to burn in hell. You think I'm ridiculous, I think you're a bore. You told me I can never have enough of everything (little do you know, love, of my appetite!) I said you live like a pauper.

Your idiot friend hugged me longer than I prefer. You were last. You didn't shave. I disgust you; you turned the glass and directed the side to sip that cinnamon flavor from. You irritate me. I roll my eyes at your nonsense. (Think you're such a wonder!) And we can all see by the crotch in your pants -we've got something to prove? (Did you know I looked? I know you did.) Why is it we always talk of brothels? Perhaps I bring that to mind for you! Oh, if only. It can be such a shame, to think you simply don't care. But then, nor do I. I've got your pals, love. I've got you like the Pied Piper, playing my tune. (No matter how silly you say you think it is, you always dance, I've noticed.)

I've got your life. I'll take nearly everything from you, without shame. I see how different you are now, and I know it's me. You'll have nothing. See if I save you!

You could end this; put a stop to the nothing and the everything.

(Something makes me believe you want to continue?)

You're still my favorite. I'm sorry you're so sad. I'm sorry you haven't let yourself free and give in to me. I wish you would, love, I wish you would. Every night, on every star in the sky we surely must share.

I hate you like the scum you must see me as. I'm sure your account is deep, your pockets run dry paying for the love that is free to me. When you go to Canada, you can call me in the heat of the moment, but I'll be to busy being where you want to answer. You asked me to join, indirectly. I'd hurt her like you wouldn't believe. You and me, between the lines. An entire anthology without a word of it being true. There we go, endless double meaning, all sorts of clever banter. Never ending BS.

(All you need do, love, is simply say yes. You don't know how long I'll fight you. You don't stand a chance.)

I think you don't understand. I don't think you can tell, we're the same, love.

(You're who I'd be if I wasn't myself.)

And, really, there is no one but you.