neverending journeys

You show up to my doorstep, sometimes, asking for a favor. There`s always something you want... and you know I can`t refuse you.

You jump onto my couch, just like a pet, and lay there, carelessly. You said you`d like to move into my flat... Aw! What about that, ha?? You`d certainly know how to fit in, how to "stitch" perfectly...

I hate your pluck, your independence, your way of being sweet... And you hate me, too. You said it to my face, remember?

You always promise to take me with you, but you never do it... You know what to say and when to say, to make me like what I hear. I find myself being agree with you... I find myself appreciating you...

I don`t know what to do with you when you are defeated and you`d rather stay with me than go home... You got me confused that day, when we layed on my bed for hours... so close, that we felt eachother`s heat and heartbeats. We just stayed there, staring at the walls and talking about sweet nothings. It was so unexpected... Too close! Temptation... I didn`t know what to say to you to make you feel better after all that happened. I trully wanted you to win that one time...
I don`t know what to believe... How true are you? How sly? Sometimes, you tend to be so close... Too close, but yet, not close enough.