Lost through this vast emptiness-
a shady stair-way to Poetic limbo..
I close through with my special
cuisine providing a stimulant to your mind
and a catalyst to your games….
carving words, not literally or directly.
A taste i acquired naturally and
nurtured over years to shield the
deception of my own hurt and pain.
Right now i embrace the name, Confusion…
for my trails are misguided detours through
the mind and prowl on the weak; meddling
with my ever alternating personality hues
for a chance of an unlikely encounter.
An uncanny ability to skew every word,
look or memory until every bit is tainted.
Closing through with fuzzy words
with clear motives, creating double meanings.
Perhaps i do not know what i want-
or a mirage of emotion diluted with sabotage.
Misinterpreting your words, confusing you…
Leading you on to an unnatural pedestal-
a Mental Orgasm twisting your past, burning your present.
I want you, but i’m not sure if i want you.
Seething for you- sensual stimulation invading your dreams.
Yet somehow you still can’t figure me out.
My motives and actions still quiet
Hodgepodge of thoughts unaltered.
I’m a figment of your imagination
taking beautiful strides in your brain
A convenient confusion at dawn,
whimsical feeling through the cold.
You want me yet you can’t have me
A fascination you can’t fathom.
Accusatory! – bind me.
Don’t feign your fingers to answer me.
I am after all, you- and feeding you with
the mind games you once rationalized and
fed me in the cold, but served better this time.
Walk on- tread careful on this misconception
as i leave you with Vex, stress and mystery and a jar of confusion.
I want you today,
I want you less tomorrow,
I don’t want you next week,
I’m not sure whether i want you.
Mind Games, sit on my lap.
Take a good look at me-
Kiss me once more before i change my mind.