(In Denial) Of My Satisfaction

The moment I saw her,
The internal burn took place,
I felt the blood run thru me,
Sweat traveling down my face,

There’s no way that I want her,
The lies that went on upstairs,
Later on rambling thru love’s documents,
Overlooking the correspondence, even though I saw it there,

On several occasions,
I watched her pass me by perfume,
Inhaling her perfect scent,
Slowly following it just beyond the room…

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,

She probably wouldn’t be worth it,
Nor might she be worth a farthing of my time,
I could do without her every moment of the day,
She’d never even cross my mind,

Time would eventually heal,
Those lonely nights, that I ultimately fight,
I’m certain that I’d consume love until there’s nothing left,
Of a truth, I’d be all right.

Yet all right never came,
I needed her then, and still need her now,
And so its imperative to have her in my life,
No matter when, and no matter how….

The burn and the desire,
The realization, and the reaction,
The lies that take place inside my head,
Until I admit that she’s my satisfaction,