i crave anything
that can masquerade as love
and by that i mean
you
with your gentle kisses
and your soft voice
the way you ask how my day was
and if things are okay with my dad
everything you do
feels littered with love
from the way you call me baby
to the way you pull the covers to my chin
everything you do
is full of it
and none of it is real
i should set a boundary
tell you to stop
but i suppose i'm no better than you
—you crave to satiate
all your carnal desires
i crave anything
that can masquerade as love
two gluttons
taking advantage of the other
we are a match made in hell indeed—
i should set a boundary
tell you to stop
but instead
i hold my forked tongue
and let the devil in me
indulge
—using each other
YOU ARE READING
thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
