it has become a routine of yours
ceaselessly annoy me to a point of madness.
madness to either kiss you or kill you
for my heart stays conflicted then.
annoyed I once asked yet again,
why am i with you even?
your words entered my ears like a siren's alluring voice.
i was frozen like a child caught with her hand in a candy jar

whereas i was trapped in the turmoil of my drowning heart

a warmth and golden butterflies covered my skin

as my mind repeated your words like a broken clock
"because i am yours"