I feel your lips
upon my skull,
taking my will power
from my mind to yours.
I can't do a thing,
because of the pain,
which feels so sweet
even though it brings my death.
I know that you pretend,
how could I not;
but I want so badly to believe,
that I am blinded by your lies.
You cloud my judgement,
with your loving words;
break my heart,
with your gentle kisses.
You cause my pain,
such wonderful pain;
and steal my love,
knowing fully that I....
Gladly give it away to you,
in exchange for the Deterioration
of my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoesíaJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
