Every time I force myself to go out of your way, it seems like I am still being pulled back to you. The more I resist, the more I lose my strength and give everything to your will. Though I must admit that I like it this way; being forced, being dragged, being your submissive. It sounds so wrong, though for me, it sounds ethical.
Near. I'm already near. And it gets more dangerous because I might get inclined to you. Maybe this is the endgame that is being written on us. That even though I know that you are much perilous, that you are disgustingly dangerous, I am still willing to be in a danger zone.
Now, take me. For I am willing to be dead physically than to be dead deep inside me. I don't want to leave this black hole-- this personification of black hole that is pulling me towards itself. Swallow me, make my heart your hostage, make my body your territory. I won't mind.
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Poetica
PoetryMajority of the contents are random thoughts, as well as poems and essays. This work is intended to let me breathe and write whenever I feel like I need to. This is a safe haven for me. I hope that it is for you, too.
