My Weird Poem Book

Covet

  

I covet the way she talks

I covet the way she moves

 I feel so unworthy of her attention, I hardly even deserve food

Like candy on the tongue her admiration is sweet, yet her insults and beatings give me rotten teeth

Her patience is like venom, quick and deadly, I drive her angry so quickly, why can't I make her happy

Am I truly the problem, do I cause the issue

why am I bleeding, while she screams in tears, wiping her running nose with tissue

Is this what love is, Am I truly that brittle

I Coveted the way she talked

I coveted the way she moved

 I felt so unworthy of her attention, so much that I hardly ever ate food

Like sour candy on the dry tongue her fake admiration is tart, and her insults and beatings made me loose so many teeth along with my heart

Her tendencies are like venom, quick and deadly, Everything I did was wrong, there was nothing that could make her happy

I was never the problem, she started the issues

I was bleeding, while she swore, I diseased her and I couldn't stop the issues

This is not love, and I am not brittle

For this love is toxic, and I Covet absolute Freedom

-Aes