The Wrong One

The Wrong One He leaves a trace of himself in my bed, He lives and moves daily about in my head, A transient soul I thought he would be, But instead he's ingrained in the fabric of me. A stolen kiss from this thief in the night, His hold on me, gripping me ever so tight, Not before have I met with such skill and affection, And in the next breath he can wreak such destruction. A shadow he lurks and looms all around, He makes me feel lost and makes me feel found, He is all and then nothing in the beat of a heart, The win at the end, the race at the start. To me he's my lover, and most unique friend, But to him I am less and will be to the end, At times I tire with his endless games, I know his type by several names. They come with their promise and their lips that lie, Hijacking my mind as their gaze holds my eye. I thought he was different, a class of his own, Oh how I'm mistaken, he is the wrong One.