This is how our story began
Not once upon a time,
but just hidden in the lines
And circles that surrounded all our crimes,
A CYCLE OF PSYCHOPATHIC LOVE THAT ALL THESE OTHERS POETS FAILED TO DESCRIBE
Sometimes I but wonder how I out-matched the world in terms of defining Love
Take it this way;
IF I GAVE YOU MY HEART IN AN ENVELOPE, WOULD YOU RETURN IT BACK OR WOULD YOU KEEP IT SAFE BESIDES YOUR HEART?  
I am here to talk about Art; you see
But you know you're a masterpiece in my Gallery
Ooh so but poor, I have no Masters but I am a Mastermind
And I hope you dont mind if I take you to a place where the Monsters hide
cause I plan on making you not only a bride!
I just grab my pen and rhyme about my serial killer girlfr'nd that loves to play with her knives
CAUSE THE WORDS "i love you" IN THIS GENERATION ARE SO OUT OF FASHION, RATHER YOU SHOW IT BY ALL YOUR ACTIONS
I took my serial killer girlfr'nd in on a date at my place
I took my kitchen knife
and told her to end my life
just to die happy by her side!

You don't know what to now
Because they've 'fixed' you
And you can 'live' again

But the pain remains
The addiction
The affliction
The vengeance
The rage
The impulse
So you stop taking the meds
To start to live again
The way you love and know how

**** this ****!
You are Insane
You are Sadistic and Suicidal
A Psychopath and Manic
**Just embrace it

i am a psychopath
i am the queen of terrifying confidence
i am a minipulator of truth
and lies
because i
am a psychopath
who has her eyes set
on the way she should be
on the reasons behind what they think about her
hurt
it swirls around inside yet i dont feel it
it scrapes away at the walls of my heart
which should be painful
why not
because i am a psychopath

I saw you; I swear I saw you.
You and your divine attitude .

I could tell you were living in a beautiful life.
You loved your wife, as a man, working hard and trying to provide.

As I was watching you running miles, I couldn’t stop imagining how I could make you shy.

Firstly, I would invite you to a room where you wouldn't see the sunlight.

Then, you would be tied.

“Oh, I see red, Are you shy?”
I smiled and said: “Sorry, my darling, I have to apologise.”

It was only your blood that covered my eyes

The tango was still going, and I started to wonder why
Why you ended up crying, shouting and dying

Was it your holy innocence?

Thinking hurts, worse than the cuts on your flesh.

Let’s just both wave and say goodbye.

“Bye, dear stranger.”
You were sleeping like an angel
“fine, I would help you.”

“Bye world, bye.”

Here it goes again,
Here it comes again,
The articles about
Psychopaths
And the accusatory tone
Twisting behaviors
Twisting actions
To sound toxic
To sound dangerous
To stamp a big red label on my skin,
Screaming
"AVOID THIS ONE AT ALL COSTS"

While I sit and weep.

But these articles
Blog posts
People fleeing from me
Left and right
Are lies, right?

Tell me, please,
Tell me,
Someone?

My anxiety and need to be reassured
Roots from my PTSD,
And my neediness and wants for attention
Is normal for my upbringing,
Right?

And writing poem after poem
About how much I care for you,
And making playlists
With songs in it
That make me think of you,
Is just a sign that I care,
Right?

I don't want to be
A psychopath.
I don't  want to be
A toxic person,
I don't understand
How telling someone you love them,
Is bad?

But these articles say that showering someone
In constant attention and praise
Means you're a psychopath.

And these blog posts
Are telling me that poems and gifts and music,
All means you're selfish and unfeeling.

But I don't want to be,
I care so much, I love you so much.

I'm afraid
Of who I am.