Hello my dear, my sweet control freak.
I like
the game we play like mouse and cat.
..
I
watched you take the reigns as if your life depends on it
Yet I
needed your breath to breathe.
Your
touch fueled me with the passion I have lost,
Like an
answer to a filthy prayer, you keep me begging.
Your
scent makes me surrender; all walls are down.
Like a
hungry animal I keep coming for more,
Every
glance is like a shaky ground - I can’t balance my walk.
You said
you want me ruined but every day you crave me more.
You
wanted my chaos and I let you have it – who is the master now?
Fingertips
branding every inch of me like a solid proof you stayed the night with me.
You
asked for passion I gave you fire – let this steamy dance continue.
We are
in the flames we are not supposed to be
But our
weakness is not allowing us to pull away.
You thought
that I was soft and gentle and here we are in the eye of the storm.
You
thought you are the untamned one and yet we play in reverse.
You
wanted to relive the dark romance fantasy – you claimed to be the sinner
Who
seduced the saint but I gave you the biggest surprise.
You are
the angel when my demon is awaked by the taste of your lips.
We are
so damaged, yet these moments feel so real like a happiness in the darkness of
the night.
You
wanted to break me yet I kneeled obediently,
Letting
you to lead while I follow your pace.
Drag me
down, drown me in your flavour, this is how I tricked once more.
….
We are
each other’s reflection, shattered by different circumstances
Pieces
of the puzzle so perfectly fitting within the monster frame.
Begging
is our love language, pretending to be whole
Lying to
ourselves that this destructive passion is called love.
…
I fooled
myself that you are easy to survive, that I master this game,
I was
fool, I never walked away with my soul whole.
It was
foolish to think all this toxic thing is love.
You and
I only need the pain and ache,
This
emotional violence mixed with the poisonous grip of you
Is what
I needed to forget the devil in me.
You
being my master was the filling to your emptiness, you craved possession.
…
Now the
empty bedroom smells like ashes,
I still
feel your uneven breaths on my neck,
My
sheets still carry you and I dream of night I swore I will forget.
I keep
those memories hidden yet the wounds still bleed for you.
I
managed to cut the red thread between us yet the void engulfs me,
Every
day I manage to stay away I lose the peace inside my heart.
…
On a
crossroad I stand in the middle of the night
To keep
walking the lonely walk or to burn like a candle one more time.
