I see you there. I know what you're doing. I know that you know that you still have some voodoo hex hold on my heart and you are content with twisting it any way that you deem feasible.

And yet it's still baffling to me that when you need me, I am always here, regardless. No judgments, no avoidance.

But it seems this vent is only a one way tunnel and you are the wind.... Every time I need someone, anytime I need you... all I get is static. [ Am I your fence post? Am I your dealer? Am I even your friend?]

Just realize that I see you there, I know what you're doing. But I can't stop.... even if I wanted to...

Love is a black hole birthing a universe....