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© Megan Lutz
September 12, 2002
First, you are hot,
Then you are cold,
I do not understand,
Why you run away,
Why you turn away,
Why you come to me as you do...
I know you better than you realize,
I know that you are only using me,
I know that you respect me,
I know that deep down you like me,
Or why else would you return to me time after time?
Like a hand ticking away on the wall,
I know that you will return,
I know why you are so hot,
I know why you are so cold,
I know why you use me as you do...
You are scared,
Scared because I feel something for you,
Scared because you feel something for me,
Why else would you return,
To this mongrel, that is me?
In the heat of the night,
Steam rising from our bodies,
As we share something so wonderful,
Like wolves we are, hunting each other down,
Bent on the meat,
Bent on the thrill of the ride.
We are animals, the same being.
So why do you run away from this?
Pretend that you donít care,
But I see that you do,
And so does everyone else;
Why else would they say that?
Why else would you take that one-step closer?
Deep down in that hot body, but cold mind,
You realize that I am right,
You realize that for once you are afraid,
You realize that for once you are running scared,
You realize that you are running straight into my arms.