Of all the sought out kisses
that proceeded without any caution,
the ones that still linger are those
that only you imagine.

Your dry eyes abstract the truth,
as I know that heart of yours still wants me.
Excuse me for boasting this wicked pleasure,
for it’s a pleasure that you could barely instill in me.
And as you have said,
I’m full of a seductive apathy.

I ask you then,
if the words you describe me with
are none of which I would dare call an enemy,
do you still fall into that masochist state
of atoning for my actions?

You are at the border between
Love and Loathe
And I dare say that line is me,
Taunting, teasing, and luring
as you know that I’ve always been.