MAD LOVE

MAD LOVE.

you cannot stop the monster.

Intruding joyous thoughts,

I’ve been drifting.

I’ve been drifting.

Helpless subconscious

crafting fictional ends

A part of love.

Apart from you.

…

I wished to see more

but I was tied to the poison;

ripping you out of my

mind

was [utterly] pleasurable.

It was terrible,

the madness wasn’t.