I Once Loved a Sociopath
I once loved a sociopath,
who actually loved me back.
Even though I could feel it,
she kept saying that she isn’t the kind of person who is capable of feeling love.
I guess she’s never been loved, the way i love her.
Because she’s a murderer,
who has killed my demons.
all without her heart beat going over 40 beats
I’ve got nothing left to be afraid of,
except the thought of losing her.
She once told me that the world was a beautiful place.
That the reason why our blood is red,
is the same reason why some stars are red.
Their time is almost up,
Because our time was almost up.
And as I sat there kissing her lips,
I knew, that we weren’t friends anymore.
That time is was almost up.
That this only means it won’t be long,
before we become fireworks,
Little powdered packages,
That explode into something much bigger.
Before “I love you” is no longer just a code word for “I’ll be gone in less than a month.”
We’ll be together,
and she’ll stay with me.
Not because I asked her to, but because there is no other place I’d rather she be. because, every other place she was, before here, didn’t have me.