you’re mine.
even if you can’t be.
you’re mine.
even if it destroys me.
mine. mine, mine, mine.

i’m apathetic to the world
but i feel for the need to own you
with every vein in my body.
my love could be mistaken
as a crime
–

GEMiNi’S iNTERLUDE

ARREST ME
MAKE ME YOUR OWN, SELFiSHLY
BECAUSE THERE’S NO ONE
BUT YOU TO LOVE ME

NO ONE CAN PROViDE ME
THE DANGEROUS FEELiNG OF YOUR SAFETY
YOU’RE POSSESSiVE AND OBSESSiVE
YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD

YOU’RE THE ONE !
THEY WARNED YOU
YOU WANT ME
TOGETHER, WE CAN BRiNG RUiN TO THIS FORTRESS

LOOKiNG iN YOUR MALEVOLENT EYES
YOU HUNGER FOR SOMETHiNG iNSATiABLE
BLiNDLY BREAK DOWN MY WALLS AS YOU
HOLD ME AND ADORE ME.

–


i desire to see your wrists bound together, at my mercy
my pure sadistic ecstasy
letting me own your every inch of flesh
to claim your beating heart
morphing into one

i don’t care if she wants you as much as me
i don’t care if she’s had you before
you should know that you don’t belong with me, but to me.
because you’re mine.
even if i have to force you to be.

my name
will be your last breathe.
don’t underestimate
what i can do.
look what your love has made me become–

Empty room echoes,
Silent phone, no texts to share,
Lonely heart whispers.

I didn’t really know how bad it got, and usually I do.
I tend to keep to myself and stay in my room.
It didn’t look like that this time-
no, it slowly evolved.
There was no sudden switch with all of my body involved.

I don’t smile anymore while drinking my coffee,
and every day at 7:30 my mom asks what’s wrong with me.
I say nothing, that’s just my face,
and try to reassure her that my feelings she mistakes.

I sit with my family and join my daughter in pretend,
oddly, everyone treats me like I’m standing at the edge.

Until one morning my dad gives me a drink,
talks about renovation plans and asks what I think.
But I don’t care, and I don’t know why he’d ask.
He tells me he’s scared I’ll be like him,
and see life like an empty glass.

Which was weird, we never talk that deep-
but he noticed the change in me,
so I had to admit defeat.
I’m no actress, never been in a play,
but I thought I hid my sadness well-
that it wasn’t infecting my day by day.

But I’m a fool, so that’s really no surprise.
Now I really have to heal,
since it’s reached my family’s eyes.

Laying on the beach
alone in the dark,
only with the stars
and the sound of the waves.

Sitting on the edge,
just where the tide could touch my toes
but doesn’t.

There’s sand in my hair
but I don’t mind-
it’s warm against my back.

I feel everything
and nothing
all at once,
staring at the moon
as if she’s looking back.

And when the cold water
hits my skin,
I know what she means
and I feel content enough
to leave.