There were countless nights, once before...
When I would lay here in this very position,
fixed upon you, DR. Grim.
I would scream frustrations onto this paper. 
jagged and sharp
then have sweet reveries where my tired eyes
wouldn't succumb rest to me.
All the while your nonchalant dissmisal
only fueled my need!
I was obsessed.

I couldn't get you out of my head. 
I deleted your phone number around 45 times...but to no avail. 
I had it memorized.

And now, here you are again.
Trying to waltz into my bed as you claim loneliness.
But I wonder, is it me you crave?
Or is it my desire for you that turns you on? 
You made a comment to me today and I couldn't help but think you were just a musician...
and I am your cello.
  It has been a cold and lonely day,
so you are ready to play.
You have played my strings so easily in the past, I wonder...
Could I deny you this time
or am I just going to be another 4 minute sweet melody that's forgotten after the final note?...