Death
My gentleman friend
Steals my heart,
But won't give me his hand,
Such Beautifully, Glazed Eyes
Luring and Such.
Tears me apart,
For I am victim to his merciless heart
Runs away
Til I cannot see
Naught but his dark insanity.
Rape Me
Rape Me of all my possessions,
Infatuation
And a blow to my face.
Question my Sanity.
Question my Sanity, Please.
Death, My Gentleman Friend.
The Touch of his flesh,
His lips to mine,
Oh, the sweet scent of his prime.
Infatuation, once for real.
His Love is Mine.
My Love is his.
For now,
I stare and Pine
Awaiting, his return.
Indeed
Indeed, I am hurt.
But, how can I not
He is my Creed.
He is my--
Death, My Gentleman Friend
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Not sure if you guys could deduct but I was hoping for a domestic violence cycle (Tension Building, Explosion, and Honeymoon Phase) and sort of abandonment theme to this poem.
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-Ash
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PoetryA story of Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide, Cutting, Despair, and Death
