today i saw this girl
and i don’t really know what to say
her gaze is intoxicating
kind dark eyes
who whisper to you things you hold dear
things you always wanted to hear

it’s ironic
how when she looks at you,
you can’t wait for her to turn away
you can’t bring yourself to meet her gaze,
but still, you crave the sight of her face.

you try to steal another glance,
though every look feels like a dance.
she turns you look
she looks you turn
when she looks back you want to burn

shes tired of this stupid game
its going to drive us both insane
so i make do
maybe it was a tear or tear
my gaze trickles down her hair
down her face
to her waist

it would be such a waste
if i couldn’t find something to express her
i asked my teacher
what the language of the universe was
he said mathematics
was the world's representation
so with graphs i outlined equations
but even parabolic functions
fail to be symbolic of her
and emancipate me from her existence
when i go back home
i feel sick
i feel a sickening feeling in my stomach
i feel like a patient
who feels like he lost something he never had
sickness turns into emptiness
and emptiness turns into something nascent
something i’ve never felt before
is this love?
or have i just gone mad?

Him.
My Savior.
The light of my life.
It was him who saved me from myself.
Dragged me out of the currents.
Divined me from my demons.
Him.
My Enemy.
The reason I'm still here.
It was him who kept me here.
He destroyed me.
Crushed my freedom and soul.
Made me want him more.
Played with me like I couldn't feel.
Him.
My Love.
My Hate.
My Angel
My Demon.
Mine.

thoughts of untamed love
  obsess the martyred soul

pleasure, raw and wild
  tear the mind to pieces

quelled emotions surrender
  to the passion of desire