You had me down on my knees…
Faithfully gave me so much to believe.
I was a fool to fall for your perilous words…
I’ve fallin’ once before…and got hurt.
You fill my head with sweet deceit…
A game that never ends, no relief.
You carry me in your menacing palm…
Though you cause hurt, I remain calm.
I feed on every word you say…
you string me along, but I let you lead the way.
Never enough, the craving an addiction.
Release me from your dangerous affliction.
I truly need nothing from you…
You think you got me… now you are the fool.
© bipolarmuse 2012
Reblogged this on timzauto…. in search of the blond haired kid.
Awesome…..love the little twists to your writings lately……and that pic is so charming!
miss ya….
xoxo
Celeste
Miss you too! I am trying to get back into the swing of things. I am house sitting a couple days… so I can get some reading done. I have several of yours I need to read. ♥
Oh yea! lol
Such a nice piece!
Thank you! I appreciate the feedback. ♥
That’s what happens when affliction meets affection
Yes… it sure is. Great observation… I appreciate your comment.
Your poetry has taken a crunchy delicious edge lately… I love it!
I have noticed a change too…glad you enjoy it!
It’s like you’re happier, yet edgier and more aggressive. I like it.
Thank you! I really believe I made a good decision by moving here, I am much more happy. I am glad it is reflected in my poetry. ♥
The last line “You think you got me… now you are the fool.”, says it all.
Indeed. This man is a fool… he thinks he has me right where he wants me… NOPE. LOL
great image, too
I love finding photos to compliment my poems. ♥