“Have you ever smelled regret?”
Uncertainty defies my nature.
It fills me with insecurity,
Shakes my stability,
Which is why confrontation is my frontline technique.
Defence is my last resort.
I confront, I experience, I take an account.
So the next time the situation takes place again,
I know how to control my instincts,
Pull off a poker face, if needed.
And radiate confidence, naturally.
Your body seems to know you more than you do,
when you’re exhausted,
it decides to shut down,
automatically on autopilot;
you gradually give in to the darkness that fills your eyes,
If only it can fill my heart too, I could then be banished to a different world,
you whisper under your breath as your mind leaves reality.
I hadn’t noticed before, but you’re a vampire.
You charm people, but when they get close to you
you suck the life out of them.
A succubus eating through relationships,
and now you’re clinging to that child
as a tool to make that old man stay
while you drain him, too.
I’m glad some of them got away.
And these words you see me write,
these words you seem to read,
are only simple descriptions
of what I truly feel.
Images of that sinful night
slide between my thoughts,
and I push it away with sudden screams,
as if those screams could erase that memory.