only the premise has changed.

i sense your precipitation
warning me away

know it’s not
no, it’s not

receptive to your want

i sense your fascination
slipping away

no, it’s not that easy
easy to pretend

i’m you

i’m slipping in my stronghold,
dear
can’t seem to get you out of here

i sense a predilection
for divinity
so pure

i’m unsure
i can offer freely

what

you’re promises and lies
you’re all eyes

yourealize

i’m choking on my fixation
here, still
can’t seem to get enough

to satisfy