You're like a giant black hole
You swallowed me whole
Every inch of my being plus that ginormous amount of love that radiated off of me
like a magnet pulling me to an endless end

Do my words make sense?

You shine like the Einstein ring but you're just a mysterious hole.
A trap,
A trap that I fell for,
that I fell into?
No.
That ****** me in.
You attracted me and then I knew there was no getting out.
There is no escaping the black hole, that is you, my dear.

The beauty that surrounds you masks the real danger that you are.

Surely enough we're going to hell
sin after sin, we learn not to dwell
for this feeling brings us pure delight
we touch and devour each other on sight

Forgive me lord, i'm truly ashamed
we can't contain it
we do it so well, how could we refrain from it?

I blossomed
a beautiful rose
but life plucked me from my roots and I began to slowly wither away
and sulk
and droop
as my once thriving red petals turned brown and brittle,
began falling from my center.

I'm in the middle of no where
surrounded by water
I'm empty, staying afloat
with every passing wave my heart grows heavy
I can see my consciousness drift from me
the waves carrying it to a lost island
my heart weighs me down until i am completely engulfed into the darkness of the sea
i see no light

I am pulled down, my arms reaching for air
but my heart grows heavier and I sink faster with my consciousness above me
gone
my lungs fill with water
my eyes fall shut
i hit bottom
there is no light

He contaminated me
I was ever so indulged in his essences
but he was like a leaf in the wind
or a dream in the night
but with gallant might
this sight for sore eyes
he stole me away and quieted my cries
a cry of distaste
a cry of doubt
but either way
he figured me out
he wasn't toxic nor brutal
this contamination...
the one the indulged me in his essences
it was light
and subtle
and quite beautiful.

A white rose that grew to its peak
Your own thoughts stain the petals I believe is beauty.

You are the most poetic thing this universe has spit out from almost nothing, my love.
It's not you that is poetic but it's everything that makes you, you.