Composed 3/4/15 (polished up today)
Description: Ever think you’re a well-adjusted person who is dealing rather well with life and then something like this pops out?
One of those poems that came from a half-second feeling and ran away…
I love you because you are my weakness
My masochism personified
A knife taunting every nerve in me
A poison I take willingly
With you I feel
It’s pain but it’s passion
You’re sugar that rots
Warm, searing flame
I want to burn away
I will die
But I’ll die screaming
And right now the pain
Is the closest thing I have to love
Scraps of Paper 