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Your eyes meet mine, as we're rolling on the bed. I'm awkwardly on top, staring down at you. I've taken false command, your brown eyes are adoring... I sink my teeth into you. Your care makes me aggressive. I am feeling the edge of something pleasant. Smiling like a maniac. And if only you could see, inside my creepy mind, into the farthest corners... If only you could see the blood that runs or the nightmares, the darkness that's vast and commanding. My only true constant. So I kiss your lips and let you run your fingers through my hair, thinking maybe you can thaw me... Maybe this can be something more than surface emotion. Because I'm starting to feel like the sociopaths that I read about, who really do not feel at all. I worry I've been shut down, then forget to worry at all. Is this the end of feeling?
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