A Bit of Truth

Tell me a bit of truth. The kind of truth not selective by my choosing but a truth so honest marked by your sole and only knowing. Stranger, sweet endearing stranger the one I know so well yet don't know at all. Don't look at me so unknowingly when I know it's just for show. Hide but don't run, you ignorant selfish beggar. But I know exactly where and how to find you because I will tear you apart lie after lie. I will unmask the defiant you and I will delve so deeply and find your sweetness and use it as my fix. Because little do you know that you've picked the worst of victims. A victim succumbed with insasiatiable urgency to have your drug at my highest expense. So run, run, run stranger because I will find you, or you will come back to me. You unfailingly always do because you and can't have me as your nothing when all you want is my every something.