Suspect

I think she starting to suspect
That I don't love her like I once did
That I don't need her like I once did
That I don't want her like I once did
That I have moved on
That I have found someone else
Someone who can give me
The things that she never could
Someone who understands
That part of me that she never could
Someone who wants and longs for
That part of me which from her
I must hide, always hide
Because what would she think
If she knew the real me
If she knew the lust in my heart
If she knew my secret fantasies
That I dare not to share
With anyone else
Except those who have them too
I think she suspects I have them
But we never talk about it
And we never, ever will
Because despite how she pretends
She doesn't really want to know
She couldn't handle it
And I dare not change
Her opinion of me
Though she knows
I'm far from innocent
I use the term Incubus
For myself sometimes
It is fitting
Because that is the role
That I want most in life
To be a seducer
To free those I can
To their passions
The more debased
The more corrupting
The better
Because then
I can destroy them
If I have to
But I think she suspects
All this and more
But continues to say
Nothing about it
Why won't you confront me?
Give me the chance to lay
It all out bare
For you to see?
You pretend to want to know
But then we don't talk about it
And I start to suspect
That you just like suspecting