Lie

Relationship.. Now that's a word that with multiple meanings
 
Lover
Friend
Companion
 
All of which you are..
 
Love is..
Such a complicated word
Who's to say how it's truly defined
Or even the proper way to show ones affection
 
With Romeo letters
A phone call every now and then
That heated caress of secretive lips
Maybe just that subtle brush as you pass by
 
Just a thought of your taste..
Your delicate yet muscular form
The tantalizing way you speak with such intelligence.. Such passion
Causes that damned rediculous girly habit of biting my lip..
 
I miss you to the point I want to scream
Why do you have to be Mr. Luna?
Why must the cosmos play such a foul move of the chessboard?
Aware that I adore the moon.. And a good competitive strategic game  
 
Secrets are only exciting until they become exposed..
Become dangerous when the liar needs more than fictional romance
When seductive glances start to morph into misery
And I want to fist-fuck the skank with the audacity to throw a pass in your direction...
 
They say it's next to impossible to find the man of your dreams
That ones expectations and standards will never find animation
I beg to differ
Anything is possible with the right perception
 
Although I do believe that your fondest fantasys can transpire into night terrors
And slowly devour at your sanity.. Your rationalization
Corrode one into melancholy inadequacy
 
Fester at your mental/physical state
Until you drown in your own paranoid self conspiracies
Not that it's even relevant
The whole point of being his fuck-buddy is to avoid the hassle of emotional attachment
 
Reality has a funny way of bitch slapping me
Infatuation... I despise it
I guess the ice mistress of love has found her melting point
I should walk away..
 
Scratch that, I should pound pavement
But instead tomorrow, when we meet up
I'll fall into his dreamy gaze..
And relish in every endearing lie he knows I crave