Stop being so crystalline,
Stop being so fluid, so flawless.
Stop being so composed.
And stop being so run-your-fingers-through-your-hair wonderful,
With that unravished quietness
That you call apathy.
Stop fixing me with that iridescent stare
Which draws me in; rapturously,
And strips away my composure.
Stop smiling that venomously enticing smile.
Stop moving so detatchedly, like you could step back and conduct
The way this hallway dances-
The way this hallway courses through me.
I'm truly sick of your bitter seduction,
And I've never been more furious
Because you're not even doing it on purpose. |
Submission Name: Bitter Seduction
