Mind games

Is it not okay to think about you tonight without your permission?

We never even have to be in the same place, same room.

It was never about the proximity, how close I've gotten to you.

It was never about the time we spent either.

It is that kind of virus where it continued to spread after it first broke into my system.

Who knows, maybe it will die its natural death after it will run its course.

You see, I never, not once, did I ever want your body on top of mine.

It was never about that. It was never about lust.

Words couldn't capture it enough. 

But maybe it's just as extreme.

Or maybe these are all just mind games,

and we are both great at it.

I never thought of having the idea of happily ever after with you,

I just thought of you as someone I can trust, with these outpour of my soul.

Or the vomiting of these excess thoughts I knew I shouldn't be having.

You never were my idea of true love. I don't even know what that shit is.

But you came here, in a random circumstance.

In this tiny part of the world, probably just a dot in the map.

It didn't need reasons, nor did we.

A world beneath what can be seen by the naked eye,

It's quite fascinating, don't you think?

There are no competitions, no contract, nor judgements here.

No jealousy, no alibis, no apprehensions.

Only words, words who escaped from my subconcious.

Words that you can keep, by the way. 

They're based on you, just triggered by a tiny bit of alcohol.

You, out of all the strangers I've passed by everyday,

Had to be the one who'd awaken this sleeping little dragon inside me.

The one that blows out fire,

The one who can't be tamed,

and the one who gives a fuck about magic.

-E