Dysfuctional [Poem]

Someone once spoke of love
as if it were a fairy tale not
an emotion. Boy meets girl and
the world is their's for the taking.
Beautiful--
So you would think, except beauty is
the cover for all of our
dark misshapen lies.

Your kisses leave me paralyzed
void of past, present and future,
there is no such thing as
tomorrow, there is only
you. Your eyes pierce through
me like sharp carving utensils, leaving
my heart upon this operating
table for your eternal devotion.
Dissect me with your thoughts,
destroy me with your touch,
I beg you...

You ran into me like a bullet
fleeing it's chamber. I'm pouring
buckets of blood mixed with
a sick uprising of tangled
passion. Everything about you
has shattered the mold you
were conceived in.

I once asked for normalcy--
but you're a disease that I
have to keep feeding. I don't
love you no more than I hate you.
I'm dysfunctional for you. Spinning
into a frenzy with my hands tied
behind my soul hoping, wishing
you'd come back and knock me
off my axis.

Someone once spoke of love...
I speak of something deeper.