Use me.
You know the unalterable sentiments of your dear lover,
You know the passion that runs through my blood and drips down my chin.
You've caressed a soul that is only too devoted to you.So use me.
Break my bones and carve arrows,
Gift them to cupid, use them to love another.
Take my words and offer them to someone new,
Make them fall in love with you.
Make my blood your cup of tea,
Get high off of the passion that runs in me.Use every last drop of my being.

YOU ARE READING
Experiments + thoughts
PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.