The Hex that is You
you’re all just smoke and mirrors
and I choke in your presence
fearing you’re
a mere reflection of the worst parts of me
and that
maybe
I’ve conjured you into being
like some sort of voodoo priestess
I have drawn you to me
by being broken and bent
and you
seeing all the worst in me
know what I will do for love
or that thing
you disguise as love
dress it up
teach it to speak more better
(the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain)
take it out on parade
regardless
it never fails to be what it is
a sick, twisted display of your narcissism
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
I am a poet too. We have more in common then you probably realize. Maybe we got off to a rocky start.
8 more than 92.
J.