Paris Margaret

When I am with him

When I am with him I feel complete.
When his feet touch my feet,
no feeling in the world can compete.
\'Fall in love\' they say...
\'It\'s magical\' they say...
as I do fall in love I feel weak.
Scared of the unknown.
Scared of what might be.
Scared of my heart being broke, as I will sell myself to the devil,
as my anger will be at its peak.

Trust is a must!
How can I trust when it is not me that he lusts?
My paranoia awaits.
Banging the inside of my brain
and at night it awakes.
Ready to take everything from me,
poor little me.
Never being able to enjoy being free.
Never being able to let people love me.
Never being able to understand some things,
the twisted things.
Even though I am the god of all twisted trees.

When I am with him I laugh.
When he kisses my head, my arms and cheeks.
This is what people crave.
The love, the hate.
The craze.
The crazy love is what people need to this day.
Somehow I just cant say,
I feel the same,
that I need this,
that I want to feel this way...

I love him.
but now I wish I never met him,
on that very first date.
Maybe if I didn\'t,
all this pain would just go away.