Pretty Paradox

She is Venus. 
And you are aimless. 
A fly. 
Trapped. 
In notions. And disguises. 


Obsessed with beauty. 
Any extreme is destructive. 
You willingly walk into deterioration. 
And a collision of your bones. 
And the liquid that is your blood. 


Mixed with pollen. 
And perfume.
Sweet seductive potions. 


Both you and her together.  
Are toxic lovers.









(I have plenty, a gazillion words to share :P. For the sake of it,
and because I thrive on their creation- stringing them together,)

- Hermenia.