I don't want a dark poem
Of heartbreak
No
I want a poem
Of a dark man
And a careless girl
I want him to press her against walls
And to say interesting things
With seductive looks
And hard kisses
I want the adventure
The thrill
Excitement of life
But gods
I'm afraid of the repercussion.
How can life be truly so interesting, appealing?
Why can't I to enjoy life like others ?
Why does one like myself just lurk
in the dark corners of life?
I for one would love to see the darkness
the gods would bring in a package of a man that anyone would bow for.
So would you blame me for chasing
after you
on hope that I to
could have a chance
to dance around the graveyard
that is your brain
How do I get to that point?
With all the interruptions and no time to spare
But I also long to be done with you
I'm tired of you shaking my world
Like its nothing but a game
But this is a game
I mean want to play with you
I want you to notice me
But they all will soon
Just stick out your chest
Although we know its the eyes that lure them in
So why wont you be mine?
I mean can people truly be owned?
If yes is the case then why can't I have you?
I mean touching may silence me for a moment but I can't help but want more
Why must I sit back watching your hands travel south of her ?
When the same hands held me the night before.
I know how this works but by the gods,why?
Why must I be cursed to share what is mine? It's a question but I feel as I've been damned for a while now.
So what do I do with these few days with you?
Do I enjoy it?
Do I waste it?
Do I run away?
Do I let it take over me?
Because I'm so close to giving in to what I want.
How disgusting
