Revelation Ii (In The Quick Sand Of Your Mind) Poem by June FeirCruz

I should be hating myself for how I allow you to torment me
Sweet torment, that's what you do to me
Even after the pain you have given me
Here I am again begging for more.
What is it about you that can get away with all these?
Your boyish charm, your amazing gaze, your sweet kisses?
I look into your eyes and I get lost there
You own me without even trying.
Oh, the mind games you'd want to play
With all your new torture techniques you'd like to try on me
I should run as fast as I can
But my legs won't follow me.
I am stuck here in what feels like quick sand
In the deep recesses of your mind.
The more I struggle the faster I go deeper
I may just have to keep still
Wait for it to swallow me till I am gone.