Wickid

How did I get here? You seemed nothing more then a guide
A pathway, somewhere, something I could depend on.
I could see the waters moving.
Keep smiling for me.
Bodies close, eyes closed I could cut the air with my feathered breath.
I could feel you. One drop of sweat on my hips, I felt impulsed.
We felt something in our veins.
The tables turned,
The air was thick, my hands round your neck but I was chocking.
My stare was repulsive.
Leaving with your breath staining my porcelain neck made you feel sick to your stomach,
Couldn't even look at me.
You stood there motionless, I lay there hungry.
You left my bedroom feeling weak.
Clothes matted and torn. Body still covered in my kiss left you feeling unclean. I laid in your space feeling vicious, I can't wait to make you want me and despise me at the same time again.
You said you'd never look into my eyes again, they were a different colour now.
Feel me, I needed to tear you from the inside. Scratch at your heart until it seeped open.
My despicable behaviour needed to feel you sweat. I long to feel wicked.
You wanted no trouble, no alarm bells you only called me for a good time.
I didn't even wait. My intentions where those of an animal. You looked at me the same then.
I could feel the water burn, the earth shake. You were reeling.
Wolfs at the door, I was tearing it down. Teeth grinding. You turned you back on me.
Dance my darling, don't put me aside.
Please don't leave me hungry.
I'm no longer in your sheets, my backs against the door.
Kicking and screaming. I need you to dance.
Now i'm standing here motionless I lay here beaten and bruised. Black and blue.
Your beautiful hands didn't even graze my cold back.
I did this to my self.