Your body is what I dream about at night
gently kissing your neck, making you scream my name
I want all of you, your body, your soul
Let me feel your soft skin against mine
I want my fingers to get caught in your hair
Tell me you want more--that you want me, my body, my soul
I promise to always be loyal, like my lion zodiac
For all I need is your body, your soul
Yet you make me absolutely miserable
You keep me sane, but only when you actually have time
You are always always busy--I understand, such is life
No time for me
That is ok; I know how to hurt alone
But my demons are stronger this time--I fear I may break any second
so much pain...
And you are not here
Why must you always be gone in my time of need?
god I fucking hate you sometimes!
But I still crave your body, your soul
You do not intend to hurt me, but you do nevertheless
and I feel guilty because I hurt--because I burden you with my troubles
yet you still love me
You understand my pain; you are patient
oh god how I love you
And you still love my body, my (fucked up) soul
I'm pulled into you, your arms wrapped around me tightly
the tears fall (I feel so embarrassed) and they won't stop
I clutch your shirt in my hands so tightly that my hands ache
how I love your body, your soul
You kiss me and the pain goes away
Your voice sings softly, soothing the demons in my head
I join you in the sad melody
Our voices melt into one body, one soul
It's ethereal, this experience
Being with you is lovely torture
and I will always crave your body, your soul
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
