I questioned it.
but now,
Go be with them.
Be with her.
Feel her.
fuck her.
So when you come back to me with her dripping off your lips,
I can grab you by the skin and rip your throat out.
Go to her so when you come back to me
I can paint the room with you,
I'll write on the walls in your blood that I love you so,
Go to her so you know what it feels like to be inside a wanting woman once more,
because when you come back to me the warmth you once felt inside will be gone.
She will shrivel up the pride you carry so proudly in your boxers.
I'll sit on your lap and let your excitement engulf you,
slide you right inside me and slip my fingers around your neck.
Staring right into those magnetic eyes,
and ask you
was it worth it.
was she good?
And as my nails tear skin and cut deep into flesh.
and that weird demented smile plays on my lips
I'll say your name,
Just as sweetly as those times that you're pushing into me.
Thinking of her.
You claw at me.
Wriggling under me.
Nothing new.
Just rougher.
Harder.
Scratches deep enough they turn moist and red rather than ashy and white.
Your face a dull purple, eyes turning milky.
And I ask again,
was she worth it.
You gargle
and my smile fades.
Tears pooling down my face.
The sheets once again ruffled underneath us and our bodies marked and sweaty.
I'm panting at how hard you're working,
Your eyes bulging out their sockets.
Was it worth?
Was she better?
In this moment;
I hope that when you look at me,
you still see her eyes.
The blood oozing under my nails and onto the white sheets,
It's all on her hands.
And yours.
You and your wandering eyes.
Your dying eyes.
They're piercing right through me in a fixed gaze.
Actually,
no longer looking at me,
but past me,
past life.
No more struggling
No pulse.
I climb off you and stare,
Limp and lifeless.
Both your bodies lay in such a romantic manner,
Naked but not alone.
Both arms spread, reaching to each other.
I see why you chose her, even with her head hanging on by a severed spine.
She's beautiful.
And like always,
I did you a favour and preserved that beauty --
eternally.
Because of you.
Since you couldn't keep those fucking eyes from wandering
And now I ask once more,
was it worth it?
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
