I've grown increasingly needy
and that's so unlike me.
Usually it's the boy
that winds up needing me.
And here, you've got me;
hook, line and sinker.
All I can do is linger
around in your orbit.
My brain gets going
when I hear
your name;
I start obsessing
and stressing
and undressing you,
in my mind.
I start wondering when
you'll get here already
and wondering why
you go to bed
early sometimes.
Wondering if
this is what you
expected.
Wondering how
to keep you
interested.
Joe, I'm not willing
to ever let you go.
I feel like
a serial killer
in love;
just waiting to make you
into a skin coat.
And here I was trying
to not scare you away.
Oh well, it's not like
you could
go anywhere,
anyway.
I've got land in the mountains
and enough rope to bind you
it's unlikely that anyone
could possibly find you.
You shouldn't scream or
I'll tape that
purdy mouth of yours shut
and
don't struggle because
this chloroform here,
packs quite the punch.
Oh, don't worry, silly
it's not like I'd
kill you,
unless of course
you decided to
run away one day.
But you love me too much,
right?
To try and escape?
I digress,
the point is;
I'm amazed that I need you
this much.
Like a needle
and its junkie
like a pimp and
his money
I hope that you want me
the way I want
you.
I'd be elated, if you said
you'd clobber me in the head
and stash me away
in some
secret prison room.
Please promise you'd kidnap me, too!
In the creepiest way
one could possibly say
'I love you' -
I love you so much
that
I could,
cut you up,
into pieces
and
eat you as meatloaf;
while wearing my
You-skin coat.
...not, Laurie X3: she didn't eat the skin. Must be weight-conscious.
Belle is surprisingly good with rhyming: probably should be lending her poems to rap music artists, especially violent creepy ones like this- which nonetheless have Great rhyming to them!
Creepy yet captivating. I just finished reading the book PORTRAIT OF A KILLER: JACK THE RIPPER CASE CLOSED so I was prepared for anything, and this poem really delivered. If you added one letter to your name you could be VIOLENT WINTERS, which is what we have here where I live.
YES! I love the way you pen your art! ! ! A wonderfully twisted little lover thou art! I hope Joe has you chained up in the basement! There for your debasement!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is safe to say that this love is all consuming....