i wish to bottle affection
so i could poison you
the sick sweetness in your throat
slides down until warm in your soul
we'd lay in crisp white sheets
limbs intertwined and
absolute adoration
passing hours in each other's eyes
but the white would become red
soaked in the blood of worn out romance
our eyes full of fire
intertwined limb wrestle
because you see
i want to bottle affection
but the side effect of the potion
is hatred
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
