why are the thoughts back
they arent supposed to be back
i dont want them
please go away
go away
AWAY
i just want to be poisoned
because i am poison
and i crave poison
the narcissist
i need to see my crystal clear reflection
that is disarmingly toxic
and delicious
oh my poison
my sweet poison
on my lips
i swallow you
swallow
swallow the truth
the truth is
i am gone

We were different
Like winter and summer,
So we made our little spring
To balance it out.
But then fall came.

Never be scared of
The darkness, because
It will swallow you
If you are.
You should be curious
And try to reveal its
Secrets, because then
It will have no choice
But to flee.

“Love hurts.”
Maybe it’s supposed
To be that way.
Maybe you need
To like that pain.
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
It’ll all be make sense
In the end.

Call me your knife
For I am the one moving deeply against your flesh
For I am the slick blade that finally draws blood
For I am the weapon that at last pierces straight through