All the men I am attracted to ... I see them in this light. They can do no wrong, they become heroes. They can not let me down because they are perfect. My glance towards them reflects this, especially when I look away, because I know, I am not perfect. I am not good enough for them, yet because I know this, I am somehow able to charm them. Perhaps, they will see me and allow me the privilege to know them intimately and allow me the most intimate. I am a thief in the night when I trick them into coming to know who I am. Because, perhaps, that is what it is really about. I want to be well-known by brilliant men.
It's a trade: Let me know you and I will allow you to know me.
It's dangerous to flirt with the Devil, but I do it anyway.
Because life is a mystery and I am here to exploit it. I tell the truth sometimes for shock-value. I do it because I love the human expression, especially on your face. I can almost see the fluid in your brain crashing against the wall, wishing to be set free and form the thing you really are ... and it isn't "human" or "person." It's you, the real you.
Music gets us closer. But I still can't touch it.