She didn't love her.
She didn't believe in love, or at least she was positive that what ever she felt in the least wasn't love.
Obsession? Not likely. It wasn't logical.
She wanted to kiss her till she bled but no strings attached.
She wanted to leave Mark's on her body,
She wanted to hear her scream in pain.
She wanted to strap her to a bed and just-
She wanted to put her in a cage and lock her there for her entertainment.
She didn't like it when others touched her rose as she was seeing her more like an object than a person.
She knew it was far from logical but she didn't care.
She wanted to put her against the wall while blood trickled down her skin.
She wanted to mess with her head.
She wanted to hear her rose scream and beg for her to stop tormenting her.
Her rose was beautiful but she, this unsuspected maniac saw beauty in the strangest way.
She knew it wasn't logical but sometimes desire surpassed logic.
But she was far too thoughtful to do stuffs like that .
But a thought thought about too many times as good as a sin recorded of doing so right?
So why not just break and let her logic crumble before her eyes.
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just a random teen
Randomit poetry. my poetry, me writing all my sad shit here since my bestie is unavailable me writing my sad shit because most people who'd read it won't get to see me one on one. enjoy
