Fact is you’re invisible;
You haunt my dreams
And you’re deceased.
Maybe I want your essence,
Your lightning flashes
And moody pain,
But I hate you—
You’re dark
As belladonna
Coursing through my veins.
Go ahead— make me jealous.
I despise you.
I’d do anything but desire you;
Don’t want to miss you forever,
Be eaten up with longing
When I can’t wish you dead.
Having spent time
With you in dreams,
I now see why demons possess you,
I need someone fleshly I can talk to—
Someone real who hears my complaints,
Without a seance in the rain.
Nice 👍🏼
thanks :)