Pen to Paper . . .

My pen has been pressed to paper for most of last week - writing through events, just trying to figure everything out.
It's funny, I would describe myself as articulate to a fine degree, but when words hit paper then form lingering sentences - there is a discovery of another world. I'm calling it "Essential Therapy!"
Emotions have been running a little high as of late . . . find myself flushed with tears over a girlfriend's heart ache, my own insecurities, or while reading classic novels (did anyone know Wilson died too in The Great Gatsby?)
Its all been a little interesting.
So, maybe, I'm not so tough after all . . . perhaps it's time for the Arian sword to fall to the ground.

Toxic
Electricity transpires
Running down your spine
A chemical takes over
Controls your mind

Predators attack
Clamp around the throat
Confounded heart beats
Sense the building of false hope

Lovingly stroke
The mane of gold hair
“Careful” he whispers,
“You’re under my care.”

The haze forms a fog
In this distorted love affair
Swelled with emotion
Ignore the despair

Igniting the passion
Breeds fire inside
Drips of poison
Gradually can’t decide

Spring to the door
Moving on
Passion can be deadly
When you’ve been wronged