he looked for a yes inside my head
on sharp mattress springs he
found one from years beyond.
this bond,
only formed days before
worked a magic described as black
and blew my walls down. sieged mind,
full of debris and dust. the cold is not the sickness
that lies inside my mind, which did not know.
this prince, charming my body while thoughts drag
on through the mud. dirty. i feel dirty. please stop.
please stop.
"it hurts"
that should have been
enough
No.
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All the types of love // Poetry // Compilation #6
PoetryA collection of poems from my second year university poetry portfolio.
