Waiting In The Wings

Why is it that sometimes I can't hear you speak?
I know you're there-
Cleverly disguised-
Buried somewhere deep inside.
I love the way you sit there
In the sanctuary of my mind~
Eyes closed, kneeling, pretending to pray.
I would give anything to touch you-
To assure you that I was yours from the beginning;
Despite the way I sometimes sought you
In the company of others.
I tried to escape you,
But my heart refused to let go,
And that's not something I could leave behind.
....it knows too much...
So, I'll gladly accept my magnificence defeat,
And be glorified in the comfort of your words,
As they echo all around me
In a grotesquely hollow melody-
Which is uniquely yours
And beautiful.
I fear though,
That these were only words you spoke
To remind me how fragile hope really is.
But I can still dream perfect dreams-
That will always be mine-
No matter what all may come crashing down upon me...
I'm damned.
But I have removed the blindfold,
And seen the other side of desire
For what it often is.
Here we perfect the art of inventing secrets,
Without thinking twice about it.
Dressing them up seductively in roles
That only lust can pull off perfectly...
I love the viciously romantic games we play...
And so,
I wait patiently in the wings
For you to come around again...
Because from day one you've always been
My own private abstract tease.