RETURN OF THE DAMNED

what if I was just too young
to be yours, to be someone's everything
with your name tattooed across
my chest, even today your name
follows me around it's the most difficult yet sweetest escape to
be latched to you.
my body melts into your touch,
my heart beats outside my chest
and forbidden sins moaned in my
brain.
with you, I completed fantasies
and romances in my head
pains me to see you with people
who wouldn't love you as much
as i do, can you please miss me?
complete me with every single
morose fiber your mind intakes,
break me down with your title,
tie me to chains and disfigure me
with your hot hand.
but I can't even whisper your name
murmur, mutter, call out,
without breaking, shattering and
clashing my own heart.
all i wanted was to be bad,
bad to worse to good as in
your girl. what was it that
I couldn't grasp? what was it
in my walk? what was wrong with me?
now I'm confident enough
to talk to you once more
but I drive them all crazy,
psychologically insane.
you wouldn't want me,
but I know you better
than all of them
because we still have the one thing
we want chasing us; each other.