Love Toxicity

How is it possible that my mind has become so twisted and dark that it rivals that of obsidian ink? Poetic black replaces red, I bleed the ink that fills my pen. My heart is gold but that means it is heavy. I carry the burdens of my own insanity. You carry the burden of driving me towards insanity, you carry me to heaven but my thoughts remain in hell- I am unwell. It's a sick fantasy, manipulative controversy, I scream apology but I was never sorry. Twisted minds think alike because they twist around themselves, they know every corner, every curve, every trick in the book. And yet somehow when a twisted mind looks at another twisted mind all they see is "sanity". I look at you and I see sanity when in reality you are everything driving me crazy. But you love that.