Author S. K. Nicholas

Those nights of madness, of music and wine as rain pissed down outside. Those thoughts that couldn’t be contained as my mind raged like a phantom. Take me back to when my blood boiled at the merest mention of his name, and let me remember the fantasies that did their best to ruin me. Life is boring when sanity reigns supreme; it lacks the edge that makes us crave the things we usually do our best to keep under lock and key. Tease me with your body then pull back at the last minute. Watch as I unravel and know the words I write are not meant to seduce, they’re meant to inflict. Sometimes, the only thing that makes me happy is seeing you sad and alone and pulling your hair out in despair. To witness you pushed into a corner with no way out- it satisfies me knowing that you hurt just as much as I do. If you won’t be my lover, then I’ll reduce you with words and make you too unstable for anyone else. Oh, such a monster I am, yet I do it all in the name of love, for love is the truth, and if that means telling you how much I despise your damaged flesh, then so be it. Such a poor little girl, but you do it to yourself. Let me take you in my arms and offer you salvation. Let me give you strength, and then let me take it away. On the steps that lead down to the street, I smoke cigarettes while scrutinizing the size of your swollen breasts. With darkness biting at my ankles, the taste of your mouth is never far from mine. Wrapped up in the only love we know, these days burn for us and us alone. It’s getting late, and with each memory that’s torn apart, there’s one less place for me to hide. I’m tripping on the ashes of passion and choking on the essence of our chemistry. Come back, and I’ll hurt you. Stay away, and I’ll haunt even more. Give yourself some meaning, but more importantly, give yourself to me.