First, this is not a story.
This is my own chaotic mind poured into words that rhyme together.
FYI: most poems are not related to each other. They all come from one galaxy, one planet, one person, one mind but the characters aren't the same, the m...
I love smoke, Marijuana and coke; Tears that taste like wine, And blood, that too, so fine. I love death, Health, nothing, nevermind. Alcohol, drugs and scars, another mystery? Mental chemistry. I love madness and schizophrenia, Bipolar disease and anxiety. My dopamine is high or low without you, I don't know. I love lies, Especially when you utter them, That mouth, damn, a gem? I love dark shade lipsticks, And how your skin sticks, to me. I love your taste, Time we waste, When, Your lips melt my every piece, I block my teeth. An overflowing sink of desire is stuck in between, Like a flower wearing its every color, You are keen, At making my heart beat irregular and my bedtime too, Though how far did you go, what else do you want to do? I love scars and cut hair, You know, and your scull bare. Your fists when you kiss them, you hit my face. My nude when it gets blue, Because of you. The cigarettes that I blow, Bitter and sour so be, my lover, Like me. Just come back to me. So I can shatter me, when I see your body, Banging and smashing me. I love pain and how painful was it to fall, For you, Fuck I can think no more, I love you. And love is my only sin.
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