Questionably or Understandably Possessive.


I need to somewhat own the closest people to me
My love will make you feel like you're desirably suffocated in 'the coffin' and you can't set free.
My body's overflowing with greedy emeralds to portray the jealousy I invited
I have my own values of loyal love, what's wrong and right and I have them have it well recited.
My cautious mind has also been excess as fuck
Imagining every possible scenarios so no one can escape 'the coffin' and there's no chance of 'luck'.
It's either my way or no way, if they don't conform then honestly that's their loss and not mines
I anxiously handed over the signs, the rules, the warnings and they can't see through the blurred lines.
Perhaps my love is too intentionally intense but I'm one of a kind
Now they're aware I'm controlling but they've already been signed.
I just need to know they own me and I own my loved ones
Because when they fuck you over your heart feels like a load of empty guns.
I do this because I'm unbelivably scared
I come across as a paranoid psycho but my loves so overwhelming so they don't have a choice to appear unprepared.

  • Author: Syeda (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2018 18:10
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 26

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