You're my addictive game of roulette,
my mid morning cigarette.
You're a tantalizing regret, the quiet mayhem inside my head.
You fill me to the brim and dump me down the drain.
You're killing me now, I can't swim when you like watching me drown.
You're a wolf dressed as a sheep,
the type of man that I don't need but I have to keep.
My lips are red,
my skin is flushed.
I'm drunk off this temptation of love.
Your body is warm,
Your eyes are too much,
I've never been insecure until I felt your touch.
I'm tearing myself in two,
wondering if I could be with you.
This is more than admiration,
I covet you.
You're a train wreck that I'm stuck on,
You're the reason I should be on medication.
You're my devil in disguise, my one and only salvation.
So tell me why I'm not the one,
what does she have that I didn't force myself to become?
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Tangled Strings Among Other Messy Things
PoetryAn assortment of poems and writings from specific moments, traumas, and memories of my own life. -Note- Everything written under this title is my own work, distribution or copied works are not tolerated. The cover is of my own collection, it is not...
