I have christened you my master,
Now make me your apprentice.
Do not show me to hurt the way you do,
People cannot survive your methods of severance.
I want to learn how you love.
Your technique is flawless.
Impart your knowledge.
How is it you compel whomever you wish, to go weak at the knees?
You mustn't artlessly use words,
Demonstrate your prowess on me.
I could use some show and tell, Professor.
Force my breath to quicken.
What has that mouth uttered?
What of those nimble fingers, what have they done?
I need to feel the heat you denied me previously.
Merely to enact it on others, of course.
There is no desire here.
My broken being will never again lust for you.
This is no more than a learning curve, an advantage to send me off with.
Earned reparations for what you've done to me.
Teach me how to impel someone to yearn for me,
The way that I have craved you.
Maybe then I can forget what you've done to me here tonight.
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First Love, Twice
PoetryThey say you shouldn't spend too much time in the past, I disagree. I think you should reflect on your past to be able to better your future. These poems are memories of my first real love, my first real heartbreak. Check it out if you want to walk...
