Mentaltherapy Stories

Hey guys, I just wanted to write some stuff about emotions and I decided poetry might be a small idea. If you have any ideas plse message me.

"I wanna be alone. Alone with you, does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul, and hide you in my treasure chest." His fingers brushed against the strings of the bass, letting the sound reverberate in his ears. The small solitude he was rewarded with was sweet. "I don't know what to do. To do with your kiss on my neck. I don't know what feels true, but this feels right so stay a sec. Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec." The warm husky breath hitting his neck made him shiver as he lay in the bed, eyes wide open and the kiss still very fresh and tangible. Tom didn't know why he hadn't refused, his mind was just blank. "You're all I wanted. Just let me hold you..." Six years after the incident with the robot. Six years and Tord still hadn't learnt his lesson. His hunger for power remained unchanged and his thirst for capturing Tom had only grew. Too bad his 'old friend' hated him with a burning passion; oh well, Tord could always convince him to just... stay put. "Like a hostage." ----- Also on my AO3 page: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18474490