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LOVE STORY

You are the ghost that lives in my brain,
You are invisible but you drive me insane.
And I love you, yes baby I love you.
We go together like art and extra hold glue,
You’re the blood I taste after I chew.
You are the cross to my prayer,
The one that sells me into a dare!

The truth that is the voice on the tip of my tongue,
The bullet that fires from my loaded gun.
And I love you, even when we part ways,
Your that firm hold within my glitter hair spray.
The volume on my fear, yes that’s you too,
The voice that’s got me walking into the blue.

The action that’s always got me acting out my crimes,
The inner perception that’s got me addicted to the white line.
The animal always wanting to claw its way out,
to show my self lies what they’re all about.
You’re the fire burning in me begging for a sign,
The predator creeping inside my mind,
Your the fucking Devil running his claws down my spine.

But I love you, yes baby I love you.
I need you, don’t know what I do without you,

Got me tossing and turning all through the night
I’m on the boundary of what’s wrong and right.
But still we go together like a duo filming porn,
Like a gang bang fucking from dusk till dawn.
You’re the creature that’s got me crying out for help,
The one that preys on my egotistical stealth!
I need you, I crave you, for the rest of my life.
Tried every way to kill you, from drugs to the sharpest knife.

I’m addicted to the whispers you create, live inside my head.
Obsessed with the actions that you build and leave me misled.
We go together like ink and skin.
You’re living your lust through my sin.
They call you Anxiety, more like a pain!
You’ve got all of me, I’ve got nothing to gain.

You beat me up like its your Master plan,
You’re like Courtney Love, both got blood on your hands!
Just like a game that I’ve never won,
Twisted and Obscure all rolled into one!
You are the heightened state in my happiest glory
You play my lover in this dysfunctional love story!
Written by ChronicleSinner
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Author's Note
I wrote this poem a few nights ago, Struggling to sleep like always thanks to my anxiety. You will discover that I have a love hate relationship with my mental health whilst reading this poem. Meaning when I'm in my darkest place, yes I find it sad, but also somewhat of a safe place. And on the other hand when I'm doing good and I'm happy, I seem to miss the darkness that is my anxiety and depression.
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