Love, infatuation, lust.
Whatever you want to call it,
It makes you do some stupid
Things. I don’t know whose
Spell I was under, but I’m
Glad the veil has finally lifted.
Were you the one to start it
All? Did you light the match and
Set fire to gasoline-soaked rags?
Are you the one to blame for this
Mess, or should I point my finger
At the mirror?
I thought I was much too smart
For these antics,
These childish games of yours.
I thought I knew better than to
Go along. Well, dear, one of us has to end it
At some point, and for once,
I feel like being in control.