How is it that You know me so well?
How do You see past my lies, seeing my inner hell?
How is it that You know my mind is filled with You?
How do You know that my heart is true?
How do You see past the mask, and know my insecurity?
How is it that You make me feel so free?
How do You keep drawing me like a moth to a flame?
How are You able to make me feel passion without shame?
How are You able to see the real me?
How do You know that it's not real what others get to see?
Why do I not want You to leave me be?
Why have You enraptured such a lost soul?
Why do You need me to be in my one true role?
So many questions reel through my mind
From You, I can't seem to hide
I'm so tired of this cat and mouse game
You've been consistent, always the same
It is I that shoves You away
Yet You know that I will return and beg You to let me stay
I crave structure and my place in this life
I need to be led with a firm yet gentle hand
I need to be taught, so that I can understand
At times I want so badly for my submissiveness to die
But to say it is not a part of me is a lie
So many times I have let You down
I never wanted to be the cause for You to frown
I don't care about any of the others
If You have one or a thousand lovers
All I know is that You are true to who You are
In my eyes, You are a shooting star
But one last question yearns for release
Are You my salvation or my disease?
