Tiny cells all through my body
Digesting your words
Your touch
Dangerous is the question
You are insanity
Illogical
Essence of defiance
The tiny cells in my body can feel your trouble
You are trouble
You don't really feel the sincerity that your hands give
You feel a hollow selfishness
For your needs and ego
The cells in my body agree
You're a bad mystery
Despite red flags flying
Something inside you brings out the nasty,
Needy in me
I better be safe from harm
Because you worry me
And I don't trust your words
Wondering eyes,
Or the emotional games you throw at me
Jigsaw games coming together
I'm escaping your net on the count of three
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