By -Yuresh Khatiwada
Talk to me love,
tell me a story for I need a distraction.
Say something funny,
something silly, or how much you love me.
Love,
it doesn’t matter if its nonsense,
Provide me a shed,
I want you to end the conversation in my head.
The conversation is pretty long,
and it’s sadistic.
It’s the devil’s talk,
it wishes the worst, it envies, loathes, lusts, and it greeds.
Its full of disgust and disdain.
It pulsates heavy and loud like it’s gonna lash out.
It dwells in the past,
and seduces me to wander about.
Kiss me darling,
Strip! Arouse me, do something pretty quick.
Take me far away from it.
Break my concentration before it becomes the reality.
Before its too late, I need you to end the conversation in my head.
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The conversation is not always devilish.
Sometimes it’s hopeful,
sometimes it carries warmth, dreams and wonders.
It’s angelic: full of love, and God like: full of determination.
But it doesn’t matter, after all its pointless fiction.
Nonetheless, mere figment of my overwhelming imagination.conversation
Fu*k me honey, this always does the trick.
Hey, why is it not working?
Did you just lose your charm?
What am I to do now?
Let me think of a plan.
Go on honey , quick, grab my gun, shoot a bullet through my skull:
Make me dead.
Put an end to this conversation in my head.
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