Call me crazy, but I'm high off your bitter tongue.
Yearning for another taste to keep me sated
and remind me why I've come undone.
With every piece I consume
I shift a darker shade of blue.
And you never seem to notice how dull I've become to you.
Slowly draining me from inside out.
Is something I'd never notice
in my soulless drought.
Keep it coming
and fill my empty with your confection.
Satisfy my craving and lack for affection.
Lead me astray
and only show me your sweet.
The enslavement of my body
is your most cherished feat.
Embrace me with your poison
and I'll never flee.
As long as you promise to have your cake
and give it all to me.
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2016 collection
PoetryA collection featuring the amazing Poets that call the Poets Pub home.