Your memories have become
residents of my foetal mind
clouding my every thoughts
like fogs of poisonous gas
black clouds
I can still make sense of your scent
inhale it passionately
into my lungs, though it weakens
me, like poison
slowly spreading within this vast sea
of crimson liquid circulating deep within me
Weakened, I go numb at
the sight of you, that face
still plays on repeat mode within my head
even in solitude,
dilusions and psychosis
have become my daily bread
am slowly going insane
my heart longs for your presence
though in dire fragments
of breaks and quakes upon it's
very surface
it still thirsts for you
the canyons of my soul
echo the sound of your name
my spirit calls for you
come color their surface
with your symbiotic venom
drench me in poison
and let the vessel that holds my
soul in place be your canvas
your gazes are
poisonous darts that
leave me in a state of complete paralysis
each time our eyes meet
you
are
a
work of venomous art
no wonder am addicted to you
we love those things that hurt us
my dear Poison Ivy
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THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)
PoetryIf life is a struggle then we're a beautiful mess.
