You bring out my inner feel, although I am not sure who you are. Might it be a collaborative collage of power to heal this man of a thousand hearts, all broken? Romance has forever sunk its sappy soul motive teeth into my veins. Bleeding a poison for you to breathe in. don’t drink too much. It could possibly kill. There is a breathless gasp that my soul conjured a blanket from. Anti-venom holds me tight as I curl into dreams of cupids failed arrows.
You are the monster in my mind.