"You and I"

Me, a composition of all the complexities of the world. Me, a facade many can't but be addicted to. A perfection to possess... All hail the queen of woman. Externally pure in the most righteous of ways, albeit an interior of pure goth.

The awe in their eyes as I walk by. In yours too. A different type... but its there.

You and me. "You and I" definitely sounds smarter. I, the one you want to touch and you. You.

You, a mystery of some sort. You, a startling truth that no one can deny.. Not even you. A breathing mass of contradictions. No fucks given, love and respect to all. Cold and distant, eyes that carry warmth.

The crave in their acts as you work on. In mine too. The same type...just like theirs

You and I... two entities with eyes that burn. A thousand stares and glances, still we come out tops. Nobody does it better. No two people. You look... then I look... then I see... I see you... trying not to look.... I smile... and then you look. Classic. We're masters of the game.

If they were harmless glances then should we not be safe? No they are not. They are heat.

We feel the heat, scorching red flames resting in our bellies. Undeniable lust at play but shockingly not the fan of the flames. What then? What drives this madness? What drives this need? What is the magnet and what is the devil?

We will kill. We will kill each other and we know it. Not Physically, for what is the death of the body in comparison to that of the soul. We will destroy. We will destroy each other. Not our earthly possessions but our useful self to other partners. We will ruin. We will ruin ourselves and everything that comes after our wake.

My pretty face and your rugged self, your gentleness and my fuckedupness. Toxic.

You and me baby, You and I...