You said you were in this but not absolutely
You gave me everything but only consequentially
You took me in then took it all away.
Your adversarial aura is seducing me
To a point where I would rather commit felony
Than to be without your demanding love.
Your misdemeanor was pretending to be perfect
But I'm still hoping you'd pick me as your object
Of affection, or deception, it doesn't really matter.
You remain my only source of dubious oddity
The unfairness, the injustice still surprises me
Impersonating was, after all, your forte.
I was merely fooled by your choice of foul play.
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