your cool fingertip destroys this hollow being and you trim my veins with streaming blood sweet and toxic. intoxicating. i fear your sterile affection, fear your misted stare, directed over the shoulder your lips brush, fear the touch i misunderstand, while my heart pulses, as if to pray that your insistence might be Truth. this is Not Who I Am or have you revealed the verity i have sought to enshroud? as one kiss will crush and unravel my mind i slip from sanity to linger in the grip that renders me beautiful. yet weak, somehow.
Reason for writing:
i was afraid of what i was getting myself into, but loving that which accompanied the fear. the insecurity got the better of me, though, and destroyed everything. but not for always. i hope.
Birth sign: Libra
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