You came with the changing season…
And I misread the signs.
I thought you’d come along to offer comfort…
Instead you came knocking from deep within.
It was early August with Autumn around the corner…
How was I to not fall for you.
You kept it fairly simple…
And yet I fell pray to the pattern.
You had some nerve…
Teaching me the difference between the good and bad.
Trespassing where you do not belong…
Evoking feelings you could not embrace.
Making me question this blurred line between us…
And holding me back with your obnoxious 01010 theory.
1675 days later you continue to rule my kingdom…
And yet refuse to let me claim the throne.
This year, I intent to turn the tables…
Or perhaps just have you on the that desk in the corner.
I don’t speak your language…
And yet you expect me to differentiate between zero and one.
I’ve kept this hidden for far too long…
Time to reveal and devourer everything in sight.
Including your rules and that piece of manhood you wear as a Crown.
