volatile
your hands are my favorite necklace
oh how they decorate my collar even after they've left
i bet you love the wine color that adorns my neck after
you seem to love everything else that screams volatile
your favorite color is violence i know you love its brutal ways
you seem to have a kink for toxicity
but i know not if you just like creating it
or if you were like that all along
everytime you leave you omit a bad energy like petrichor dripping from your veins
only it stays in the air and it remains soon after you leave.
the energy that is omitted soon after you leave is pernicious and it drives me deleterious
much like a lingering sillage or petrichor that remains in the air
you use it like a trap to lure me in and i know then,
that it is not me who the problem lies with,
it's not the fact that i am lured by your ruptured soul,
but the fact that you lie
you lie and manipulate women and use them for your gain,
but ah yes, blame it on the naive girl and say she has a penchant for everything broken
just like you have a kink for breaking things
you're a manipulator.
but what power do you have when no women go near you?
you
are
nothing
