I fall in love with strangers
Admiring them as they are

My heart overfills with enjoyment
And I don’t know where to pour it all.

I feel as if I’m an imposter
Like I’m some sort of actor
but one undeserving
of an award

My role right now is routine and mundane
I am consistent in that at least.

However, every once in a while…
I’m drawn to the outside
the unknown.

I call on my demons
to play with me

Lead me with a dance
into a euphoria
that I cannot express with words further.

I am tangled in your aura
Like some web of seduction

Drawn to your poison,
I’ll risk it all
For the mystery
of you.

Within me is a flame that’s been ignited  
If I step too close I’ll get burned…
But this is an intricate fire
I’ve been wanting to play with…
A hunger I have yet to satisfy…

A danger I crave.

Let me enjoy you from afar.
Before things become too real.
Let me admire you
like the work of art you are.

I stay up late in the night...
In hopes the darkness
will devour me

And transform all that I am

Into all that I will be.

I am torn between two worlds…
One of fantasy and one of reality.

The artist in me is inspired
The lover in me is alone

And yet in the midst of chaos
I feel so calm…

But I was born into anarchy.
I find peace
when I can feel everything.

Even if it means all at once.

My sins are written in cursive
inside a book delicately placed

Under a blanket of soil and flowers
Where I leave you with no trace

Of all the things I’ve done
and the grief that comes with it

The pen has run out of ink
And my mind is sick of this.