Come back to me. I don’t mean to get so angry, yell and swing my fist, you see, I just love you so much its killing me. So in my distress, I scream at you until it progresses. But the best is yet to come. My hand around your neck, I’m on fire like the sun. my desires just so strong. Don’t worry, it won’t last long. For I will soon stop to tell you I long for your forgiveness endless apologies, meaningless. And biology says if I keep this up you and I will no longer be “what’s up”, The hottest couple, or “The love bugs”. but the monster behind bars, and the girl who ended up…dead. But I don’t care. Its all in my head. So I will share my love with you, while I’m hitting you instead.
The Best is Yet to Come
February 26, 2010