I’ve dug a deep hole and planted
Myself in the focus of his mind.

I’m not leading him on.
He likes me.
I like him.

The feeling’s mutual……
When I’m intoxicated.

Can I carry on in his focus
When he’s not in mine?

I satisfy my thirst with one drink or more.
Then,
I satisfy my thirst with one kiss or more.

He senses the passion within the kiss.
I sense the lust within the liquor.

I’m dragging his heart of glass up the stairs
With no remorse, only to drop it and not
Shed a tear as it shatters before my eyes.

He’s dragging my heart of steel
Towards total redemption of heart break.
He’s wasting his time.
My heart doesn’t break.

Although my hearts of steel it can be
As soft as water.
Do I want to shatter his into a million pieces?
No.
I hope I can crawl back out of this hole
The same way I came in.
Otherwise I’ll be living with a continuous
Following shadow we call guilt.

I am leading him on.