What you took-
Prime cut heart.
Tainted and
Based in blood.
Monstrous, I
Lust it back
With Yours too,
Pressed to Mine.
No longer
With wishful
Thinking; Groan
to ourselves.
On your own,
Without me,
Does it feel
Good? To stand
Alone once more?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between
PoesíaPoetry from my teens. Rather edgy, slightly disjointed, questionably articulated.... Not unlike my life.
