between our opposing romanticisms...

You never found any amusement  
in my darkest romanticisms
there was nothing beautiful  
about the way I cut your name into my arm  
as a testament to pain  
and a memory of how you possessed me
enough that I tried to carve  
my way through blood  
and straight into your heart  
you looked down at me for my suicidal notions  
and I hid my deepest pains from you  
for fear of your glass wall rejections  
there was no glory in the retreat  
from your affections  
the more I needed you  
the less you wanted me  
and the less you wanted me  
the more I vied for your attention  
I still die in the photograph of your eyes
every time I dare to reminisce  
you have the saddest gaze I have ever seen  
so deep that I could drown in the reflection of it
while trying to find the key to your heart  
and we never shared more than a fleeting glance
at the pain our bodies could create  
entwined in the memory of a dream  
we dared not let ourselves remember
no, you never found any amusement  
in my darkest romanticisms
or the way I壇 have let you hurt me  
because violence is a secret love
I understand  
ゥ Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 30th Oct 2012
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