Good Poison.

Like a thief in the night,you are stealing life from me.

You kiss me deeply with hurt, three days in a week.

When night is near, and I am about to go to bed, you whisper into my ear:
"I have not been serviced and I need some."

You forget I have feelings, bruising me passionately.

I see delight in your eyes, personalized into life.

I wonder if I made a mistake knowing you, help me believe!

Help me trust!

Give me hope!

Personality Psychology 301... I don't like you rough, take it easy and smooth! -And if you continue to try me, i will OSAMA you.

Random fact:
~Psychologists DO NOT read peoples minds. *FYI*

Ebony.