Allure

We've been together very few times, and it amazes me how I can see you perfectly with closed eyes. I can see you anywhere and in any way, and I wish I didn't wish you were here. I have so many reasons to quit thinking of you, to not like you at all. And still, I can't help it. You have this strange power of making me chill from head to toes, and you don't even know it. You don't know how you mesmerize me. I know you mean to, but you don't know you do. It's all your fault. It's the way you look alluring in suit, and the way I love men in suit. It's how charming you are when you speak to me, it's your intelligence while talking about work and life. You are all I long for and still I am not sure about you, even though we know exactly what we wanna do. I don't understand why you make me like you, why you keep rounding me for no reason. You know exactly how to have me, and I know it's not the easiest decision in the world. I wish I could tell you. I wish I could hear why, why you keep driving me crazy. And now that you no longer call me, I realize I've got everything from you, but I don't know anything about you. I find myself googling your name, which is humiliating... but I can't seem to help it. You belong to the world and so do I, or at least that's what I want to. But right now, all I want is you.