eight eleven o' four and x //, what else can it be but my poem? Options

[mana-chama]

my poem ... entitled:

eight eleven o' four and x

it is your love that drives me insane / all the way to the edge / it is your voice that makes me so terribly weak in the knees / as if it is so hard to stand / i want to be free but the love you offer is so sweet / so please darling ... / ever so lovingly break me and bind me with your love / and make me want you / i'll never belong to anyone / make it so i cannot live without you / a destructive love / because i know of nothing else and i will perish under it / because of you / love me or let me be / me? / i am so strange / i want to fly with wings but i want to be loved by you and only you / either help me along or destroy me / i want to be yours but i don't know how / for a destructive love is all i have ever understood / it's the only type of love i have ever known / look at me / i am so much more than you will ever know / adore me / a beautifully destructive love