i twist and turn, struggling against the slow spin of the thin, coarse ropes embedded with your subtle seduction.
you push me, poke me, choke me; one stroke of my spine and your poison paralyses my unsuspecting senses.
then you discard me, throw me aside, and leaving me spinning, sobbing in the dark.
every time i fall for it, my feeble wings trapped beneath the intoxication of false hope.
i know that i should, at every chance, break free from love's lethal clutches.
yet i cannot leave, for your scent and touch are like the release of heroin flooding through my craving bloodstream.
once again, i am tangled in the threads of your dangerous affection, but this time i am a chained prisoner of my own fatal choices.
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