Beware of the Lion !

I'm used to pulling the strings, being the puppet master. So how the hell did I allow you to pull a me on me, and that shit doesn't sit well with me? We both agreed to cross the line, turning nothing into something, something that eventually turned into my everything. How quickly did the tables turn, once the runner now the chaser? I caught myself falling deeper in my emotions for you, each time the passion from your lips touched me, sending waves of energy through my body, producing an aftershock of tsunamis immediately after, snatching my soul in the process. F%^k, why'd you have to look me in my eyes while making "love" to me? Why'd you kiss me the way you did, and why'd you f%$& like you loved me if you didn't? The more you pulled away, the harder and longer I fought for you, and you'd let me, knowing you didn't want it. How is my dream man the one who got me losing sleep? If he loved me and he, he, and he wanted me, why don't you? I wanted you for a lifetime, while nights and weekends were perfect for you. Dancing in my rose-colored shades to every word you said, playing the drums to the beat of my heart like a game of basketball, pulling Allen Iversons each time I tried to shake you. Driving me crazy but not wanting me to be your lady, wanting me all to yourself while secretly wanting her, her, and her too. So, on guard looking out for snakes that I didn't see the lion preying.