Elizabeth Tyease Collins
.psychotic Love. - Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins
My eyes hide secrets.
The thought of us sets me aflame and Im ashamed to say that my heart still beats,
for your satanic touch in which misery caresses my self-hate.
I've thought of this image as a way of showing love,
shedding blood spatter across newly painted walls,
I've screamed enough and I've dealt with enough shit to know how I feel so don't judge me.
The simple imagery of the same hearts bleeding in unison sends the devils heart into flames,
I've thought about you so much it makes the acids within my stomach bubble,
makes heaven and hell compete for the tides on which my heart sways,
putting out its internal flames.
It's love I tell you,
and I know you can't leave me,
because I've left signs of your remains as things of the past
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