You're a monster,
That much is true
But for some reason I can't seem to stay away from youYou tear me apart,
Purely for your own amusement
Yet I still hand you my heartI catch you late at night running off to some bar,
Just to mess around with me
Yet when you come back I still welcome you with open armsI must be out of my mind
To keep begging for you thoughtlessly,
I put the truth in love is blindI let you rip me to shreds
Fully aware of the fact that,
You only hang around to fuck with my headYou're a cruel witch
Egotistical, selfish, apathetic
The definition of a cold hearted bitchBut I continue vying for your attention
Knowing you're only in it,
For your own personal entertainmentIt hurts,
Knowing I'm always in second place,
Yet I still strive to be in your good gracesBecause you're my queen
It'd be a stretch to call you an angel, and it's a bit crude to call you a demon
So queen was the only thing that fitThis love is toxic,
But only for me,
Since I'm the one you're poisoningI scream you're psychotic,
And your despicable self just sits there,
With a heart melting smile and staresHow could I say no to such a pretty face?
This is wrong,
I should leave, but your appeal is so strongYou've got a giggle that could cure cancer,
Funny,
Because you feel like a disease in meBut I'd still be your donor,
Give you my head as a hat
And I'd give you my heart, but you already have thatI would rip out my own spine and give it to you,
Tear, saw, and hack,
But you'll never really have my backIt doesn't make any sense, I know
But I just can't help but be obsessed
You're everything I never wantedSomehow that's romantically enticing
I sound like a creep
When you're the sick one with the masochistic tendenciesBut even though you don't want my mind or heart,
And use me for my body, and amusement
I still fall into fooleryI can't help but keep falling,
For a monster, a heretic, a devil that just wants to play around with me
You're all those things,But no matter what,
You'll always be,
My perfect little queen.Inspired by,
Love Me Dead- Ludo, (Nightcore)
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Dream
PoetryWe all dream, it's just that some dream to escape their living nightmares.