A crime

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I tried to hide my heart deep inside my tall, thick walls.

However, you slowly brought me out of my castle.

Don't lie to me saying you not an angel.

I shouldn't have seen you or your alluring eyes.

You made feel great about myself.

You made me want to be me for the sake of you.

Everything about you should be illegal.

I am scared to be next you.

You are being too nice.

Yet, I want to be drowned,

enticed by your presence.

I am scared you will leave me out of nowhere if I keep these feelings up.

Why is everything about you dangerous?

I don't understand the physics of this.

You make dizzy every time you smile and laugh.

Your small, sweet gestures contains all the good bad.

You contain all the dangerous chemicals

that I want to inhale for the rest of my life.

An addiction that will surely kill me on the long run.

Where are you from?

Clearly from a galaxy afar.

A distance that large for us to be.

You seem to know me more than me.

A skill only you have.

I am sure this a crime.

Yet, I committed that crime.

Being attracted to your aura.

I wanted to commit this crime over and over and over.

I don't think I will ever learn from my mistake.

The temptation of loving you is hard to pass up.

Every time, I see you my heart gets into more trouble.

No way this is happening to me.

I shouldn't be this easily persuaded,

to be with something this illegal.

I know it's bad for me.

Yet, I want it anyway.

No matter how bad it is for me,

no matter how temporary it can be for me,

no matter how much pain and suffering it will be,

no matter how terrible the withdrawal process is

I need my drug to save.

Don't lie saying this is good for me.

I know it's not .

But I want more and more.

I am too obsessed with you.

You made me get caught in your little spiderweb.

I am sure this is a crime.

I am sure your existence is a crime

to have too much power over me and

to have so much influence on me.

What did you do to me?

How could you turn me in to a criminal?

How did you make me love being one too much?


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