Condescending

What do I do
When I just want you?
I'm no longer intending
To let you be condescending.
I'm sick of your crap,
But your eyes are a trap.
It is your kiss
That I so miss.
More that you know,
I want you so.
I see you with her,
And you seem so sure
That she is your one,
Your moving sun.
Yes, I want you,
But, I don't too.
I won't be your toy
Although you get joy.
Sick of snide comments,
You will leave no more dents.