Playful Circumstance

Must you speak in codes and riddles
Must I fumble for meaning in your tangle of words
Must you sneak your way into my every thought
Must you bewilder and puzzle me senseless
dazed and lost in this web of confusion
Spun by you. . . Spun by me. . .
In this unlikely, unpredictable turn of playful circumstance

Must you haunt me even in the most pleasant of dreams
Must I lose myself in this blind fascination
Must you disarm me with just a word, a touch
that my walls suddenly come crashing down
leaving me trapped in this mess of a rubble
Spawned by you. . . Spawned by me. . .
In this unlikely, unpredictable turn of playful circumstance

Must you leave and disappear without warning
Must I shiver alone in this cold empty ruin
Must you cease my world with such brutal force
that I am left with nothing but casualties of your lost affection
dazed and caught in this web full of scars
Spun by you. . . Spun by me. . .
In this unlikely, unpredictable turn of playful circumstance