© 2008 B. Clary
You don’t love me; Infatuate
You kind of like what you can’t hate.
I make you crazy; Asinine
My hips curvaceous, lips divine.
You don’t know me; Brilliant
How strong I am, resilient.
I make you laugh; Hilarious
My unmatched wit, precarious.
You want to touch; Forbidden
I am mysteriously hidden.
You want to keep me; Possession
I am but an obsession.
You can’t have me; Property
Can’t handle my ferocity.
I’ll walk away, take a good look
That ends your chapter in my book
– Clary