No matter the size or how crowded the room
I find it strange that my eyes always come back to you
Why did you call me your midnight maiden and mistress
When you secretly hated all my addictions?
It's striking really
In a room full of men
Somehow you're always the worst
Even with people like them
Could your masculinity ever deal with my words?
You held me close but it was cursed
Yes, I know I'm never right
Just please once, it's the day of my birth
Denial, I love you, so it's requited
You: nice, friendly and kind
Warning signs telling me stop
Trust me it's fine, I'll clean up his muck
I'm stupid for trying to end it
I'm weak for my improper skills to cope
I'll quietly deal with it always
As you stand and watch me go down this slope
I didn't think much of you was asked
All you had to do was stop me cutting myself with glass
No! Not encourage! Didn't you hear!
Too late, and you never had any fear
Context: this is written about a person I would speak to each night who was abusive and clearly never cared despite the amount of love I showed for him. All my friends warned me, told me to leave, but I never listened but oh well it's ended now.
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
