Me @ me

Me to me

Honey, I think you like to torture me
Acting like a puppet on a string
Sure, it’s exciting, believing in lopsided fantasies
Stealing one more kiss before the bell rings…
But it always does
And the consequences are too much
They ripple on like tidal waves
Reverberating long after the gong
The moon could set her watch on us
Gibbous waxing, waning, gone