Limerence

Limerence

My favorite tool of torture is you…

I nibble on history’s words sent at two…

We had no direction…

Only such discretion…

Oh, such a need…

Such a void to feed…

Come hither, my favorite ache…

I hold close, every decision I make…

You are a wound I choose not to heal…

You are proof, that I really can feel…

History has taught me, how to forget…

You have taught me, how to make pain my pet…

Your pictures bring static to my skin…

They portray such innocence, yet remain my sin…

-Madamchryzl-