Yeah it was me
I wanted to taste a big chunk of life At 17 I did not want a wife She held my hand, she kissed my lips She told me when she does her heart skips
I couldn't agree
Despite the feeling of egregious lust This was not a relationship I could trust She told me she lies awake and thinks of me To satisfy my sexual lust how easy could this be?
I feared entrapment
Her smooth skin and pretty face Was it worth the price of self-disgrace In class, she never took her eyes from me I was not overjoyed with glee
A clinging vine
Although her company was great at first For entangling vines, I did not thirst She demanded my 24/7 attention To escape her, I earned detention
Obsession or Possession
Her professions of love and eternal possession Without my kiss, she'd have depression She'd call me at all hours of night And not hang up until daylight
Hostage to her needs
I started to get concerned and did not call Or I'd not show at her place at all She threatened all sort of self-harm Once she had even cut her arm.
What to I get that remains me
She didn't know love from manipulation How could I have loved self-mutilation? This was changing from crush simple and sweet To a horror from which I wanted to retreat.
Sometimes it is greener
I pulled the plug and sought greener pastures I wasn't kidding this was not empty gesture This was nothing like love and more like a hi-jack All I was doing was taking my life back