women lust after me
though i lust back, happily.
trick for track tick for tack
think about the love i lack.
where i begin
the world ends
when the end relieves
there’s no more diseasse.
and sleep is only right
I only cared about her critique,
and really didn’t give a flying fuck if people liked it or not. For her liking it,
she got the backlash of hate
As my heart cries,
It fails to pump blood.
Instead it pumps hurt, misery, and pain…
Emotionless, wishing to be dead
the pain froze in her mind.
Physically she has bled
though mentally she is blind.
She began with words
of lust and want
that slowly turned
into words
of love and need
As I go to walk out the door she says quietly "I love you"
I stop half way through the door, look back at her, and she’s still glowing like an angel.
As I go to reply "I love you"
I wake up
Enduring a romantic anguish, bemused in a beloved endeavor… becoming my demise.