
Too many thoughts of youMy heart is an imbecileToo many thoughts of you by ~my-dark-desires
that doesn’t listen
to my voice of reason
and doesn’t play fair
in chemistry
and philosophy
It smears its own delight
in swirling patterns
of cyan blue
and remains ignorant
to the rhythm
I planned out so sagacious
It keeps dancing anxiously
while I spend years to refine
my understanding of … everything
presuming I’ll then be saved
from its madness
And though I placed it in constrains
it breaks free ever so often
becoming restless
and rebellious
delirious in illusive scorching nights
Where it binds my rational self
in lies
as it dominates my dreams
scars my hopes
and chains my wrists

The stupidity of love and the placebo named lust“Your eyes are so empty.”The stupidity of love and the placebo named lust by ~my-dark-desires
I hated when he said things I already knew and placed them as an accusation upon my already guilt filled mind. So I nodded absently with the pretending of not caring.
He squinted his eyes and his gaze traced me as slowly as he had been undressing me and I felt just as reluctant to meet his stare as I had been to receive his lips.
“You can’t lie to me.” He whispered or perhaps sneered while he kissed my earlobe; the sound his cold lips made shivered down my skin and left a trail of goosebumps on my arms and the little hairs in the nap of my neck rose in protest. But I clenched my teeth
