Poetry

An Open Letter to a Psychopath

Manipulative and self-obsessed

All I want to talk about is you

dear sir there’s something too true

i can’t quite put to words

brightest reds and deepest blues

they all come back for thirds

you seem to look right through me

lost in magic on the other side

apathetic to the point of poetry

delicate dance upon the blade of a knife

dance, dance out of those shadows,

that prison, that church, your mind

dance, dance into the twilight, and tell me that you’re mine

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