Untouchable Passions

We're all numbers; single digits, multiplied by zeros subtracted by fear; all part of a systematic number system. You're an itch I can't seem to scratch, an infection I'd gladly take back. Heart is where the home is but who's knocking? Love is the ultimate betrayal of the heart, through it. You've come to take, break, and make what you call home. No more door mat this time; I've taken back the welcome rug. Business not pleasure, this is a business of pleasure. All love, no regrets but I regret this delayed delivery. Take a chance on me, take chances and continue to make advances but you won't let me in; you tell me this is my punishment; a life time's worth of torment. And it all comes back ten fold, both ways, all days, straight from the past through the future. My future is through you. You tell me love is to wait, that life is a game but I'm not playing. The cards that I've laid on the table are only for you to see, there are no tricks up my sleeve. It was always a battle to earn your trust but it seems you would rather resort to actions fueled by lust. And if you were mine you wouldn't have to sleep around because girl, I'd want you all the time. I want you all the time. There's a clock that's ticking in reverse off in a not-so-distant future, there is a silence there that only we can understand. You implicate that my involvement is solely based on a perceptual satisfactory gain; well I'm not playing your game. I'm trying to find my reason through your voice, sing for me. Shades of gold, I'm always blue for you. Speech is limited, words are meaningless when it comes to this but I can't say it enough; you're reflected back at me. Reflection is selfish, honesty is flattery, and truth is pity. She's brighter than the sun, but bright black like heaven; the total eclipse of a cyan aura. No one can touch her and I was burned in an attempt to bring her down.