I'm a willing prey
You can devour anytime
I'm weak and old in love
I got dazzled by glittering promise of it
I'm nowhere
You can easily find
But I'm afraid
Behind my weakness and willingness to give out love were somethings I couldn't keep.
I'm chaotic
A storm a teacup can't contain
A willing prey that prosaic predator won't catch
I'm difficult.
Odd.
Peculiar.
And only peculiar of my same will understood me
People like you won't like the way I think
Perhaps you wouldn't want to know what I'm thinking
I'm telling you if you're going to love me, then prepare yourself to a nightmare
For I'm a collection of it
Of dismantled almost
Of misunderstood histories
Of odds and ends
And on all of those is where my demons hide.