i want to have conversations.

i don't want to just kiss you.

or have sex with you.

i want to just lay down right beside you.

hold my hand.

and fall asleep.

or not even sleep.

but talk.

whisper sweet nothings.

breathe.

to have someone listen to my heart,

and understand it.

and know i am not the easiest person to handle.

but if you can figure out my heart and head.

then i am yours.

and i guess that scares me.

having someone figure me out.

because i reside in mystery and illusions and wonderment.

i like being dark and twisty sometimes.

keeping thousands of secrets inside me.

i'll make you go crazy.

and i know i already have.

when you asked me what i was thinking and i just looked at you.

that so-called charm of mine.

to hold such power within minutes or seconds.

and all i did was just stare into your eyes and bite my lip.

and it drove you mad.

i'll never tell what i was thinking of.

but i'm sure you have me figured out.

but i'll play along with being sinister until the day i die.