i drank your wine,
the blood of your body
as i was reborn
into greater malicious,
but not enough to be
a piece of your rib.
however,
narcissist turned narcissist,
i became a mold
of everything you hated,
till the shame took over.
you realized,
that once the mask comes off,
i represent the one you actually wanted.
your own maker.
the way i burn for you,
is an understatement.
the way you throw yourself
into other women,
is an underlying principle
that is common within
your own morals.
as i ponder on the flooded waters
that fill the sea of my brain,
and parts the red sea of my feminine nature
i am filled with one taunting prayer.
do i represent your mary?
or am i really your jezebel?
but hey,
at least i learned
where the heart is because of you.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
