Let me in
We were born, two wild souls in each a tiny body trying to defy the ones that love us so. I thought you were like the others but you are more like me than I care to imagine, I would of enjoyed it but you had to defy me in the long run. You know I love you and yet I cannot stand you, you make me despise you and you had betrayed me.
And yet, I want you to let me in.
Every time I see you, your dark eyes piercing my soul, prying open that heart I would gladly let you enter my mind, for it is filled up with nothing but thoughts of you, your sway and charm, your siren voice and infectious laugh I cannot make it leave it pushes into the corner of my mind every lingering there and creating dust like a ancient unseen antique object. When I see that dark hair that flows like ink spilling from a pen over your face I can see you are like your father; cold and perfect in the art of punishment whenever someone wrongs you, anyone that has angered you feels the cold sharp tongue of your lecture. A punishing voice that bludgeons the victim's heart ripping into its interior and filling it up with salty tears. I hate when you chide me you made me like a child, a retard that cannot even think for himself!
And yet I want you in.
How can you I don't care when you spurned me for the bad boy that works in the school library, you are a sorceress, you lure me in and then you burn me with flames of desire, the skinned is ashes with heartbreak, and then you come again and again wanting me to be yours. You kiss my cheek and say you "love" me. I am fool for believing you.
And yet I want you in.
I have never met any other girl like you; you are so sweet and decay my heart like a cavity that must be filled with time when you leave. You come again and I must hide from you, I must escape your beautiful eyes that sparkle in the mist like the auras of a demonic dog from a Stephan King novel glowing through the fog and staring straight at me. You beauty is a rose with poison-laced thorns that make me vomit whenever I touch you, the smell of yourself driving me crazy but I can't let you go until it breaks the skin of my finger and draws blood thick and oozing from a heart-shaped wound.
Yet I want you in.
Why can't we be together Jessica, that is all I ask, why must our journeys end in heart ache when I watch you at church, sitting next to the window, the light shines through the stain-glass window and beams on you making a illusion in my mind that you are a angel sent by Heaven for me. But you are a succubus sent by Hell to drain me alive.
And Yet I want you in.
We are the same and yet we cannot let ourselves in.