Entrapment

My curiosity has blossomed so, because thy beauty hath cast a spell over my bewildered body, entangling my emotions so that they soon intertwine to become one unimaginable, overwhelming feeling of pure unadulterated love. Taking thy hand and kissing thy lips, what sweet bliss and enchantment, that thy gentle touch can so easily captivate my inner being. One can only dream of such perfection, such love that can reach deep down in the pits of ones soul, and intoxicating it with thyself, as if to be a drug, a deadly drug with no intentions but to slowly bring oneself to his knees so that he may beseech thee time and time again only to be disappointed time and time again. One cannot allow himself to linger on thee for too long, for that would be giving in to thy twisted games of lust and entrapment. Ones heart can only take so much tension; can only handle so much pain until it implodes causing ones body to fall into an everlasting tunnel of depression and torment. There are two kinds of love, one being that of friendship, trust, commitment, and infatuation, the other being that of obsession, lust, pain, and the incapability of letting go of thyself. My love for thee is best described that way. I try and try to pull myself away from thy grasp, but then thou pullest me back to thee only to give me false interpretations of thy feelings towards me, making me to once again fall further into the deep abyss of suicidal love. I implore thee to untangle the web thou hath entrapped me in and allow me to move on with my life, for I cannot take this intense feeling of hopelessness any longer, so take thy web of false pretenses and cast it upon someone else for I will no longer tolerate thyself and thy games.