Mixed Messages

I'm trying to read between the lines,
to make sense of the words,
of the motions,
of your divided devotion.


You keep coming, then going,
back and forth,
can't make up your mind.

I'm trying to follow
all the moves you make,
but it's not your average game of give and take.

You keep talking to me,
confiding in me,
connecting with me,
then suddenly,

Your backing up, clamming up,
pulling away without loosening your grip,
bet you didn't expect my heart to rip.

I wanted to tell you to let me go
or make me whole, because now,
whatever your goal,
I'm unable to flee, this hold you have on me.

But my voice of protest
is silenced, who knew love
could be so violent?
Heated debates, clashing wills,
this is how we get our thrills.

Here we go yet again,
breathe me in,
take me over with your vocal inflictions,
Oh, how quickly you've become my addiction.