You are like a picture
Every flaw so beautifully painted
All the edges rounded and hightend
Your beautiful blue eyes are iluminated
By your glowing smile
And over flowing youth.
You are the most breath taking piece of art I have ever seen,
That is why I just had to have you..
My darling if I should ever lose you
I would lose the biggest part of my soul....

I have to admit I have an uncontrollable addiction

confessing such a thing took some real conviction

my vice cannot be injected, smoked or snorted up ones nose

it all started with you taking off your clothes

My pulse quickend and senses became hightend

without a second thought I removed my clothes no longer frightend

our bodies become one and time seems to no longer exist

the more of you I have,the less I can resist

our breathing gets fast and beads of sweat appear

living in the moment forgetting all we held dear

no more God or nature and the world begins to quake

collapsed in sweat soaked sheets two bodies twitch and shake

some would say my addiction is just ***, but that just isn't true

my addiction was never just ***....it was always just you

As a writer i ruminate over points of time to the point of an obbsessive compulsionary mentality constantly reliving just to get the words right

Putting points of hightend emotion on the subconcious back burner to boil over.

One could say im a funky ****** performing felattio on personafied moments of time.

Writing writing writhing tourterous tools of the blood brain membrane a superfludious soup of runtilated memories key points to track down crack open geonuggets pressure cook it change it shape it cut it craft it
Christ.
My brain is blasted.

When I was young, live was not expendable,
It was short lived, earned like respect, easy to loose,
I soon learned to be a people pleaser
Bending my will to please others,
So that I in fact could feel loved
But this love was not real, love can't be earned as trust is,
It should be unconditional, something that lasts, inevitable,
But now I'm 17 and doubting it's existence,
The shouting at night screams of I hate you,
Things that prove love is conditional, unwanted and unhealthy,
Love is simply a cover up of the need for financial support,
Women couldn't work in previous generations, couples are needed to populate the planet,
But love is it really there or something made up like fairytales to keep kids happy
The only love I've experienced in short lived, short term
Fueled by Hightend emotions
So is it real and I'm just unlucky in love or do people cling to the belief in the existence of it in hopes for it themselves?