Poetry
Bloodsexmagic.
Kash Baloch·July 23, 2013·Original
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I

do handstands right before I run circles around you, leave you in a

daze; you have no idea what has come over you.  Hypnotized by me, I have

you eating out of the palm of my hand.  Wrapped around my finger,

tightly, though it's your own blood that refuses to circulate.  As you

grow more dizzy, the endorphins rushing to your head, I fool you once,

twice, three times until you beg for me to stop playing with your heart

and leave you dead.  You should have just finished what you decided to

start.  Your vulnerability will never be a match for my wizardry, I

mystify you with my magic, entrance you with my eyes.  Bewitch you with

my wickedness, it's time you pay your price.  I should've trusted my

instinct and been the opposite of nice. I can convince myself it was all

an illusion, that you have always been despised.  Vilified with voodoo,

highly trained in the dark arts, a few words are all it takes for me to

have you under my spell.  I curse the day that you crossed my path,

more ominous than black cats or broken mirrors.  The evil eye surrounds

you, which is why you were rotten to your core.  Once I would have done

anything for you, like a Genie, every single wish of yours was my

command until I came to my senses and the smoke cleared, revealing your

deceptive master plans.  Abracadabra, I wave my wand and poof, you

disappear from plain sight.  Hocus pocus, double double toil and trouble

and similar words were my mantra behind the veil of restless nights. 

Beguiled by your charm, I danced like a snake to the melody of your

horn, coming face to face with harm.  My alchemy was too powerful for

your cunning attempts to get the best of me.  You believed every

enchanted word that slipped through my seductive lips, not logical but

supernatural, our love succumbed to your doubts by which they were

eclipsed.  Now you see it, now you don't love that was prone to ups and

downs, presto change-o, as our luck dried out, karma will get you now.

“mystify you with my magic, entrance you with my eyes.  Bewitch you with”

— Bloodsexmagic.

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