Vomited contingency
throughout the night-
it's leftovers
trickled down my chin like slugs.
We all have our demons.
Mines
are dormant lovers,
convoluted and massive.
What you feel in your poetry;
I felt that the first time
I spoke to you.
That unapologetic remorse;
I didn't want to pull you in
knowing that my smile
would be your downfall.
I'm a gifted liar,
I'm aware of what to say
and when to say it.
Then claim to wonder
why they think I'm some sort of perfect.
I don't know if psychosis fits me,
but I wear it well.
I don't mean to be this way
but making someone love me-
gets me through my day.
Your monsters aren't demented
they aren't enormous and meditated upon.
They don't give you incentive to calculate
the quake in your honesty
when my perfection makes you question
your humanity.
I'm bigger than your monsters.
But despite my tendencies,
I vowed that I wouldn't let it happen.
That my manipulation wouldn't collide
with another faint hope.
I spent my nights ignoring the cost;
and put these demons to bed.
Once again, they lay dormant.
I'm smart,
but I think you're smarter.
Please figure me out
and climb out of it.