It’s crazy how someone just crawls under your skin and calls it home,
Assuming that you will accept their presence to camp near yours.
How they find a way to fit in and making you uncomfortably comfortable,
Assuming that you will get used to this state and not shake them off.
I hate how is seems like he has given my words meaning and shone some light on the reason I write.
When every word that leaves my head is fully loaded with thoughts of him.
Assuming he has me figured out and uses the only language I understand, leading my heart over unstable stepping stones.
I attack him, using the very words he gives life to but he finds this inviting, calming and even strengthening.
I have fallen prey to his silly assumptions, proven them right with his every attempt to woo me.
So I give up the fight and busk in his affection, I stretch out and enjoy the attention.
He says it’s me… and it’s always been me.
I fail to see how but these words do beguile me.
I fail to understand how the less I do, the more he feels.
Now here I sit perfectly still, assuming that this is just a phase and it will pass.
Responding to The Daily Post, daily prompt.