Dark Poetry

You...

I'm here laying in bed thinking of you.
Emptiness fill me with dread.
My emotions are just true.
My brain is telling me to give up instead.

You and I are not the same.
You're too kind to a soul like mine.
I, in return think I'm quite lame.
Is falling in love about the right time?

Making you smile is my true desire.
To make you feel ecstatic.
I just want to start that fire.
With you, my mind becomes erratic.

I'm not afraid of showing my affection.
My true fear is not being good enough.
I might just be an infection.
It's a guaranteed that it would be tough.

Here's a few things I dislike about my being.
I'm loud and obnoxious to a certain degree.
I get flustered with my words and meanings.
Of course I'm generally unhappy.

I choke up when you're around.
I understand I'm a strange creature.
I just adore when you make a sound.
But you're smile I can say is my favorite feature.

My greatest flaw is my desire for you.
I lost sleep thinking of you.
My dreams are mostly about you.
I cannot contain myself because guess who.

How can I express my soul?
DO I HAVE TO YELL IT ALOUD!?
Do I have to fill a certain role?
Do I have to stand out from the crowd?

It's you're beauty and smile...
You're kindness and brain.
You're humor just like mine, cruel and vile.
Your bubbly personality that can't be drained.

Continuing with your features.
I just enjoy how your brown eyes shine.
I think, "How should I treat her?"
Is this where I end the line?

No, but your smell alone make my heart race.
I sound like an insane psychopath,
But I really adore your beautiful face.
Apparently you set me to the right path.

I apologize for being so introverted.
I slowly want to be by your side.
I'm very diverse so I can be converted.
I'll remain the same, but for you I'll abide.

You won't become my plaything.
I don't want to treat you like a game.
You'll be my queen and I, your king.
If I lie it will drive me insane.

Don't either treat me like a toy.
I have respect as well.
I required the emotion joy.
But yet darkness in me still dwell.

Look at me talking like you're mine.
Love for a person can't be forced.
Both of us can just wait for the correct time.
Just waiting for the entire course...
I want to be your close to even a best friend.
I guess that's all she wrote.
I'll still be here in the end.

Peace, Love & Genocide...
-Yours truly
Crimson