How much more naked should I be?
How many more sacred spots do you have to see?
Did I not make love to you under the palm tree?
Did I not give you all of me?
With no payment. No fee
My pleas, are they inaudible?
What a demon you are, feasting on my vulnerable stature.
Naked. You look at me with crazed eyes. Not admiring.
All I am to you is edible.
I meet your needs like an attendant
I could object. But I know better, my thoughts are transparent
My urge to love surfaces every time your sadness is apparent.
All the while. I've been stark nude
You've been nothing but ignorant and rude
Well I'll be damned. Consider me sued
For thinking so highly of your capabilities, Jude
Potato's note : cry baby much? Lol
But seriously though, here's a message I think alot a lot of girls need to hear.."It's not your job to save him". That is all.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Ex lovers
PoetryPoems of past lovers and past relationships I've written under the influence of broken love.
