Gothic-Butterfly93

A swirling catastrophe of words and lies Mixing together to form red hearts and sighs The young and old are slaves for life Searching for even the simplest device Craving affection and ignoring all rules This disease makes us easy fools They hold on tight and won't let go If it's real we'll never know Emotions blazing on their sleeve They poke and prod becoming the perfect tease Incessant thinking about them every night Wondering if they're our shinning knight In all truth men are the perfect craftsmen Love is a disaster just waiting to happen

You are the truest thing I have ever felt. No word of a lie, I need you. I've let you recklessly become my everything. Your mistake, you say. But I say you're never a mistake. You always take me by surprise, you excite me every time. I want to wake up every morning to you beside me. Your beautiful eyes glowing, your smell, your warmth. Obsessive, I admit I probably am.  Crazy will also pass as a truth. But I love you. Nothing has ever been so real to me. And I cannot stand the pain of losing you, not again.

What do you do when you cannot escape? Do you scream and cry? Tremble and hyperventilate? Do you lock yourself up in your room or inside yourself? What do you do when it's yourself you need a break from? Your incessant thoughts that swirl windstorms of words, true and make believe. Emotions and reality collide and create a catastrophe, a nuclear bomb, a massacre. How do you hide then?