I’m your genesis

In the tangled web of my thoughts, you’re stuck, A plague that both torments and comforts. I've heard whispers of your newfound flame, Yet I ponder how long that flame will endure. For I know, like clockwork, you'll return, Cause after all, it’s our twisted dance, our familiar tune. You lack commitment, You’re unworthy of a love that fails to fathom you as I do. I see through your layers, your every facet, In and out, I comprehend your essence. And I sense your weariness, your cyclic journey, Repeating patterns, chasing echoes of us. No one understands you like I do. You may roam, seek another’s embrace, But in their arms, you'll find traces of me. For remember, I'm your genesis, your first in everything. I am your teacher. Don't let fleeting boredom cloud our bond, You're my addiction, as I am yours, So come back, my love, once more. For in the end, we're entwined souls, Lets keep dancing, Let’s sway in the rhythm of our toxic grace.