raw wound

 

I know I’ve crossed that line again,

Once I’m in love, I lose my brain.
Tell me, can I win this game?
I can’t be lost, not once again.

The moment you walked through that door,
A part of me knew, I’m poor.
The raw wound where hope used to be,
Same old path, same old love, you see.

An ignorant boy who won’t be weak,
Hiding behind what he can’t speak.
You seem like a master of this game,
Ignoring compassion and the words I claim.

My heart’s too weak for the ones I love,
And too brutal for those I’m thinking of.
I got drunk, stupid, in love's embrace,
Kissing on the couch, in that place.

Inhaling his scent, masculine and pure,
Fingers through my hair, wanting more.
The strength in his arms, so bold,
But tell me, can I change the hold?

After that love-bombing weekend bliss,
You said my eyes pulled on the thread, a twist.
Yes, I need to take control,
And get my power back, make me whole.

I must win this game, I swear,
Worship me like a God, if you dare.
Like Paris, like Napoleon’s might,
I’m your Hellen, your Josephine tonight.

Tell me what you like, make it clear,
I’ll make you crazy, addicted, sincere,
Like nicotine, you’ll crave me near.