A non-familiar sense of security and sophisticated concoction of scents establish your overwhelming presence
A man of characters indiscernible you’ve drawn me in with no chance of escape
Your flavors they linger conforming me into women of stature and etiquette
I’m merely a ghost of the girl that stood before
But the desire for love and perfection is greater than that of personal identity
Who was I and who could I have been, those ideas are replaced with what you want and how I may treat you like a dying commodity my love
I don’t want to be left ambiguously floating in a cloud of self-uncertainty when this burning desire to be yours has overtaken me to the point that I too would die at a blade or poison for your never ending love.