It's the paradox that puzzles me
The sheer vulgarity of grace
Its simple perfection
As the haze inside my head

I love you, though you taunt me.
I love you because you taunt me.

It's the way your lips crush into mine
That makes it all the more effective
..but there I go again
Simplifying, complicating
Wondering what became of my clarity

I know there's no magic here
Just spoken word
A monotonous sound that leaves me pining
For the enigmatic dreams of childhood
Where clouds were fairy kingdoms
Secrets and subplots,
Between the lines.