A Lad Insane
I hate
That I love you
Insanity prevails
Loving her is like kisses
From a scorpion
Spooky action
Best kept at a distance
Yet strangely compelling
Nobody warned me
She arrived without instructions
My lady from another grinning soul
Not the musical
A lad insane
She came as she went
Without announcement
My love now
Consumed with anger
How to switch this light off
She does care
No accountability
Cherry-picking of the menu
I’m like a fashion accessory
And indignation
Subsequently, follows
Why this archetype
I love her
There’s is no
Past participle
Grammatical correct
But never political
She had me
Dancing the dance
Like a dominatrix
With her tongue as the whip
Her words weapons
Of mass confusion
Let loose
Without provocation
Cutting me like a knife every time
I bleed out onto stony ground
She’d laid belief in me
Her Skin vanilla and silken
With a dark sweet and musky odor
A vampire
The day-walker
Energy her thirst
Just as the Nexus 7
Is she self-aware
No excuses
She is above all that
A prima donna
In her very own opera
The protagonist
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
She had me like a kipper
Done and dusted
Forgive her I must
Forget ill not

©the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Ringmaster”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
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