Your love is Psychotic.Hypnotic.and Problematic

Painting with sweet colorful dragonflies.wondering myself off.thinking.meditating
Dreaming about gazillions of things
Then..you appear.
Living in the same world as you. is like swimming in a pond with tons of excrutiating little venoms
that suck the minimum portion of inocence that's left in your veins.
Talking to you..well, it's not so bad, until you come with your awkward metafors that are to my tympanums tons of little worms that eat it slowly, get into my heart and stab your "Ït's mine" flag on it
like if were property of some sick gone crazy person.

It's psychotic the way you begin to make up your mind about myself without even taking me in account.
It's hypnotic the way you look into my eyes and find the way to travel through my pupils and get into the deepest drawer in my heart.
It's problematic the way you kiss away my thoughts and put your feelings in my head

You are psychotic.a bit hypnotic.and problematic

You make my head go Hysterical..Hysteria flows in my veins

But the worst of all...is that after all of this you still have me hypnotized

Peace out sucker..