i guess i've always been drawn
to the chaos and drama, to the trauma
and the taste of toxic
so bittersweet on my tongue
and my lips, chapped from his skin.
I guess there's no wonder,
no way to deny
that it's probably why
when I look in those clandestine eyes
it sets a part of my soul on fire.
It isn't love.
Hell, it isn't even really lust.
It's seeing a tangled mess of
a fucked up, twisted mind
that looks just like mine
reflected in those dark brown eyes
that, all things aside,
have already promised
the night of my life.
Please, come over?
11/21/2020
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