He knew all my secrets, he knew all my lies; but knowing me he didn’t, never.
He still doesn’t, and it drives him mad.
Sometimes he looks at me,
those big blew eyes just staring.
And I know he wonders,

‘Who is she?’

When he does that, I smile, walk right at him and kiss him.
He only knows what I tell him.
When I’m lying in his arms, his smell on my skin, his fingers climbing and conquering the hills of my body, I tell him things, secret things.
It makes him feel special, he is special, just not in that way.

I love him, and he loves me,

I know him, but he doesn’t know me,
he never will

He doesn’t understand

I need him, and he needs me
I hate him and he hates me
we collide, we fight, we live, we love
we cherish.

I love him, just not that way.

Who am I ?

I’m his worst nightmare,
I’m his dearest dream,
I destroy him,
I make him,
I kill him,
I heal him.

‘Who am I ?’

Who knows

I love him, he knows all my secrets, he knows all my lies, but he’ll never know me.