she whispered in my ear
the other day
she spoke so sweetly
she touched me so gently
she made me want to taste her again
(how could i forget what she did to me?
she used me and abused me
how could i forgive her?)
i was reaching out to take her hand
and let her ravage me
but you walked in and stopped me
you didn't see her
because i hadn't taken her home yet
but i was planning on it
because i'm weak and worthless
so easily hypnotized by her promises
you left the room
and you didn't know what you did
and
i felt guilty
because i was nearly caught cheating on you
with her
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poésie"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
