I saw you spiraling down and I get to like you,
This insanity is fucked up and it drowns me
like a magnet.
You asked me to help you yet I managed to destroy
you even further;
You asked me to save you yet my powers were no
match to your craze.
…
Like the Joker and Harley Queen we bear only
chaos,
Experimental love I call it – project to fix.
Such broken people I cannot resist,
Your trembling voice is like hypnotizing song
Taking over my clear mind, another version of
me emerges.
I lose myself in the heat of your madness,
And in your ruins, I build my home.
Your scars speak louder than your words,
While I listen to you feeling like a fool in
love with pain.
Is this love or another version of my wrongly
placed sick devotion?
Two shadows clinging to the fire they lit.
We complete each other like a Ying and Yang
You scream - I echo; you shatter - I bleed
instead of you.
We are mirrors cracked from the same fury,
Misplaced pieces put together by unintentional
situation,
Raging souls who never learned what gentle
meant.
We make graves of our promises – so unhealthy
yet beautiful to witness,
Digging ourselves deeper with every night.
I say I want out of this madness —
And in fear I see how your eyes beg for the
burn.
We romanticize this toxic frenzy ready to lost
ourselves,
We call it passion so we don’t have to say it’s
a trauma.
You touch me like a drug you hate – I am not a
tranquilizer,
But a repulsive need to make you sane again.
You alter your chemistry with me and I let
you,
I am the junkie for your lies; I buy them
every time I hear this angelic voice
I realized it hurts less than breathing alone.
Are we never meant to heal, aren’t we?
…
Now I don’t look back, and you cannot reach
out.
What we had rest in silence - still unnamed,
still unburied.
I allow your ghost to sleep in my bed when the
nights are cold,
Your soft breath dancing gently on my neck, whispering
waves of heated blames.
You never forgave me that I kept your madness
like a souvenir—
Pressed between pages I cannot open without
bleeding – this damn book I wrote about us.
Love didn’t save us – it was never meant to be
forever.
It only starved us slow until we fade to black.
We fed it our broken pieces until nothing was left and yet we tried to keep it alive - whatever it was we are no more under its control.
Even though I don’t hate you
I still hope you never find peace in anyone
else.
We are never meant to heal – separate or
together – the cycle will not end…
