You taste like another whore's pleasure.
Is my bitter juice a disgrace to you?
Those sluts are home wreckers and you just love
my humility. The treachery.
When I wear my crown and they worship my name;
am I invisible?
Only to you?
In your arms I once had bloomed.
My broken innocence and chronic ache shatters with your count.
The practice we both partake.
Like a rabbit you hold no constraint.
Like a snake with hollow fangs, I wrap around those whose company you keep.
It's a cycle on repeat.
You can take those women to console your urges
but I'm the one you keep.
I want to feel the same pain.
Keep me in my name.
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My teenage poetry
PoetryHello this is just a collection of poems I found mostly written by my teenage self (some were written later) and please note I was in a horrible mindset when I wrote these along with being emotionally fueled. A lot of these are not finished perhaps...
