I will only love your body if it's a slave to mine. The same body I've let multiple men climb. Feeling the same way about them as the way I feel about you. You gave in so easily. And I gave up so easily. This would be way to easy if you were not to easy. If you did not die for the touches of another. Why not die for me? Why not kill for me? Why not wrap into a cocoon until I'm ready for you? Why won't you wait? For me to grow my wings? I could fly us away. Your battles I could fight. If only I could fight my own. The ones screaming in my ear at night. Eveytime I turn of the light. Screaming of how by now I should've gotten it right. I could fight your battles. Your internal struggle. Your uncouple. If I have to convince you I love you. I don't.
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Through my eyes
PoetryThrough my eyes is a short poem collection about obsessive love and obsession and riding the wave of falling in love and falling out of love. Even if it's not returned.
