Why is it only you?

Why you?

Even when I think of all the things I could have,
I think of you.
Why is it that it is only you?
Defying all that I know to be true.

You stand higher than most,
but really you're just as lost as the rest.
Making my heart stop is really what you do best.

I want you,
in my sheets, pulling my hair;
doing everything that makes me feel scared.

I need you,
to take me away into the night:
to wish together on stars that shine too bright.

I know me,
I want to reach for what cannot be mine.
Straying off paths with thin lines.

I wish I knew you.
You stand as if a god in a light too good to be true
but fall on the ground like a dog worn and abuse

Why is it only you?