There are two sides of me and I find it fascinating how far apart on the spectrum they are.  You’re responsible for one of them, the world is responsible for the other.  I’ve indulged in both and fed them until they’ve grown into separate entities.

They’re ravenous.
They both hibernate.
There is little that can stop them when the scale is tipped in their favor.

Despite the appearance of one, they are both extremely passionate.  One shows it in a traditional way, while the other in symptoms.

I want your skin in my teeth.  My fingers should puncture the still plains of your skin and press a white knuckled intensity into them.  You should feel how I want you in the palms of my hand as I grip every fleshy part of you to take as my own.
Fuck you taste good.  Just a little bite?
The indentations of my teeth along your shoulder won’t fade as quickly as the moments of lust I drive into you.  That little stare you gave made my eyes squint.  The brush of your hair behind your ear caused my teeth to grit.  The side glance and head tilt was the on switch.  The rest belonged to me onto you.  So Mr. Hyde feasted.

The other side is not subtle, if Mr Hyde can be considered it.  Where Hyde uses his teeth Jekyll uses his mind to fuck the submission away from the dominant.  It all leads to an explosion of want and greed without gratification.  A turn of keys and cogs to push everything in me further and further to the pinnacle.
Ask of me what you want and it will be done.  Push the limits of every listed limit.  Find limits that were hidden and break them.  I’ll worship your steps and burst with praise.  I am yours, always.  So Dr Jekyll indulged.

When one is awake the other’s asleep.  They do not cross and they do not meet.
One up high and the other down low.  One side tells and the other side shows.

I’m Addicted To Crazy

You aren’t the kind of crazy that I’m addicted to.  You’re trying too hard to be it, too.  The put on act isn’t working.  The jealousy just isn’t real.

I’ve always been addicted to crazy.  Crazy highs and crazy lows.  The only thing I can  hope for is that the highs are more frequent and longer lasting.  So far I think they’ve been worth it, or at least I have a poor memory.

It’s not right.  I can’t help it though.  Every worthwhile relationship I have ever been in the girl has been a little bit teetered towards loony-ville.  She’s done something that was a bit off or said something that wasn’t quite right.  I guess they all could say that the common denominator was me.  Maybe I’m the one who makes them this way.

You know she’s gone when she says, “fine, “then pauses and says it again followed by another longer pause only to say it again.  She repeats this cycle, shaking her head and throwing her hands around.  It’s like she’s arguing with herself inside her head and I only get to hear half of the conversation.

This kind of girl, this crazy girl, has always been full of passion and intensity.  I think that’s what draws me to her (if I’m not making her that way to begin with).  I’ve always been attracted to passion.  To liveliness, and I guess, to a little bit of crazy.