Sometime I stare out and think forbidden thoughts.
I think of you and I, but also, I think of him. I betray you in my mind and I betray you in my heart. That can be forgiven, I know. Without his touch I am nor tempted nor a sinner.
I am a woman of split passion.
To you, I am never the sin or sinner.
So...when I am devoured by my thoughts of him, I feel guilt. When I think of him and I'm with you, I feel guilt. When I want him so much that I leave you...
I try to close my eyes against the shame of it all.
Come take me away with you.
Into your dark desire...and taint me
Contriditing...isn't it.
Tangling myself in my own truth and lie. I want you so I push you away out of shame. I reject him, yet I crave it so dearly.
This is where I stand.
Or have I neglected to say that I already crossed the line?
