You're so wicked but nobody would believe it.
The spawn of Satan knows my address;
Dancing so delicately with something so dangerous.
I need my heart to stop so I can feel alive;
Unlock my front door; let hell reign inside.
How hollow must my heart be;
That I can't allow myself to be happy?
Something wicked this way comes;
Red flags, sirens; yet I refuse to run.
You're so wicked but nobody would believe it.
Evil to the core; black-hearted.
Yet I still love the hurt you cause;
Why do you like to hurt my heart?
You're so wicked, I could never believe it.
I love the silence between our secrets.
A ghoul keeps my heart within his chest;
I'll never be able to retrieve it.
I'm desperate to feel something close to a high;
I find romance in such a vicious lie.
Sacrifices are death in high heels; and I was feeling epic;
I don't know if what I'm feeling is real; all I know is you are wicked.
Wicked in the way you walk and wicked in the way you talk;
I can't live without you but I wouldn't die for you.
Take my words as gospel truth.
You're so wicked but nobody would believe it.
Evil to the core; black-hearted.
Yet I still love the hurt you cause;
Why do you like to hurt my heart?
You're so wicked, I could never believe it.
I love the silence between our secrets.
This love is carnage waiting to happen;
A joke told too soon; partly tragic.
Smouldering rubble could be left in our wake;
And I know for a fact my heart wouldn't break.
This love is a train wreck set alight;
We never did quite get romance right.
Leave me in the dust and escape to the coast;
Forget about us; refuse the haunting of my ghost.
I'm so wicked but nobody would believe it.
Evil to the core; black-hearted.
Yet you still love the hurt I cause;
Why do I like to hurt your heart?
I'm so wicked, you could never believe it.
We love the silence between our secrets.
You'll find me in the afterlife when we can look back at everything we didn't do right;
I'll find you in an afterthought when I see your name spelled out in my art.
We'll find us again in tragically comic twists;
As you and I, well, we're both wicked.
We're so wicked but nobody would believe it.
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BOHEMIA
PoetryBOHEMIA 🌷🌼 An abstraction of creativity. Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection ri...
