Loving Eureka!

You are so blinded by your innocence, so blatantly beguiled. I suppose that is what fascinates me. Though I stand so close to you, you never know I am near you. I switch my eyes back from loathing to loving. Don't catch me in all my trickery, but catch me. Tell me you know of all my silliness. Tell me I am no master of disguise. I want to know that you see me. That my short skirts and low cut blouses don't go unnoticed. I don't do these acts for my health. Say something to me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you hate me. Tell me something. I linger here in limbo. In the median of desire and disgust.