I miss your kerosene scent,
The fire burning in my hand,
I miss the harsh slaps,
The no back talk, the slack.
I miss the punishment,
I miss the pain,
I fooled myself,
Thinking I wanted something new.
Now I'm in the warm blanket,
Cuddled in,
I have romantic love,
But I don't have you,
I don't have your pressure on my neck,
I don't have hard grips,
The loud shouts,
I don't have you.
I thought romance was what I wanted,
But I want you,
I thought pain-free was what was best,
But I don't feel you.
I miss the threats,
The heavy iron on my lips,
I miss cold rain, the wet snow,
I'm missing you.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
