My eyes hide secrets. <br /> <br />The thought of us sets me aflame and Im ashamed to say that my heart still beats, <br />slowly beats, <br />for your satanic touch in which misery caresses my self-hate. <br /> <br />I've thought of this image as a way of showing love, <br />shedding blood spatter across newly painted walls, <br />I've screamed enough and I've dealt with enough shit to know how I feel so don't judge me. <br /> <br />The simple imagery of the same hearts bleeding in unison sends the devils heart into flames, <br />I've thought about you so much it makes the acids within my stomach bubble, <br />makes heaven and hell compete for the tides on which my heart sways, <br />putting out its internal flames. <br /> <br />It's love I tell you, <br />pure, <br />intential, <br />suicidal, <br />psychotic love, <br />and I know you can't leave me, <br />because I've left signs of your remains as things of the past<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psychotic-love/
