More Than Willing On A Slanted Summit Poem by Twisted Moon

Here I am, Bathed in your possession,
Going crazy, over my obsession,
The best thing in my life, I regret,
Such trivial and meaningless reasons to be upset.

Yet here I am, Falling behind,
Dying inside, Losing my mind,
Over the bittersweet nothing that you do,
If only I wasn’t in Love with you.

Farther behind, I continue to fall,
I don’t appreciate you at all,
I can’t begin to think I deserve you,
And you don’t deserve all that I put you through.

I'm in Love with the Disenchanted,
And I continue to take you for granted,
But at the same time I want you more than ever,
And I expect you to Love me Forever.

It’s a joke, I must confess,
To praud and poke, And regret regress,
I lament my eternal Love to you, I even swear,
Which makes it hurt that much more, When you don’t even care.

So here I am, Crying on the floor,
Unappreciative, Because I want more,
I'm crazy, It’s plain to see,
And I want you to be as crazy as me.

So here I am, Continuing to Bleed,
And your maniacal Love is all I need,
So be my tourniquet, And save me from myself,
Or wait right there while I rip out my Heart, So you can put it on the shelf.