Ibrahim Pt. 2

You must be smirking to yourself right now, beautiful boy Must be gloating, rubbing your evil palms together, A smug smile tweaking the edges of your divine lips... You must be loving the fact that I came crawling back to you – That, gluttonous for more punishment, I returned, Crawling toward you out of the pallid heat like a kicked dog Belly dragging on the ground, tail between my legs A smile on my face, the white flag of submission – Begging you silently to forgive me for thrusting you aside before, For ignoring your proclamation of love etched in black type How impersonal phone messages can be... And you know what - I still don’t believe it now, But what the heck, I came back anyway Like a fawning supplicant I prostrated myself at your feet, Laying my ego at your mercy and hoping you wouldn’t crush it Wouldn’t just glance at me with those liquid eyes and smile… And then just walk away… But thank God you didn’t You held my hand, and hypnotized me with that face, that gaze And I found myself falling into your trap willingly For the second time but probably not for the last… And so here we are again, in your ethereal limbo, My heart poised on the edge of a knife, liable to get split open Or just broken gently to pieces between your seductive fingertips You know just how to murder me, deliciously, You know how to make the sharpest pain feel like the greatest pleasure And so I am addicted to you, and like a junkie I must have my fix I must have my fill of you…before my time runs out So come back to me beautiful and this time don’t leave when I push you away Because you know for a fact that I don’t mean what I say…