Withholding

It's downright rude to hold all the marbles

You tease

You won't let me in your heart for a second

Is it the distance?

Is it insecurity?

Is it because you can't get a read on me?

Haven't you figured it all out yet?

You genius

You are withholding yourself from me

Is it the timing?

Is it the informality?

Is it because my actions betray my words?

At a certain point, all this mystery gets old

You siren

Is it the culture?

Is it the indignity?

Is it because I'm a gamble you can't bet on?

I was so intrigued by you

By your everything

By the way

I was so ensnared by you

By your charms

By your aura

I was so baffled by you

By your detachment

By your wake

There is no manual to figuring my wiles

Your insecurity is catching

The distance wares on me

Seconds become months without love

You loner

I have lost my interest in holding marbles