Haunting fingers lay over me
By my hips and my chest
The smile that I cannot forget
A smile that I cannot help but tell myself it was your true self
A smile I can only see as wicked
As I hear her speak of such grace you can hold in your kiss
Your lips are something I can only see in the state they were when you did it
The smile you gave me is something I don't think I can unsee or describe
Your teeth that graze over my neck but don't suck away my blood
I wish you would want to hurt me
Maybe then I wouldn't know I could hurt you
Your lips that can be so mesmerizing as they speak sweet words that you don't mean
I wish you wouldn't keep speaking because maybe then i wouldn't have a reason to kill you
Maybe then I wouldn't have a reason to regret that
You know just how to make me useless
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Poetry⚠️Mentions Of Rape, Self Harm, Suicide, etc⚠️ There isn't a cure to man's problems. Only death, which is is a problem itself. I crave that nasty blade at my throat. Some poetry for a son that never lived in his father's eyes and never died as a daug...
