Those soft noises,
That you make when you're happy.
They are stuck in my head;
I miss you.
That little squeak you make when I enter,
The way you squirm when I move inside.
The way you tighten around me,
That way you know how to treat me.
I messed up.
I picked a whore over a queen,
Please don't be mean...
And now...
Now I can't stay in the same room as you,
In fear...
In fear that I'll rip your clothes off here.
Fear that I'll make you moan,
That others will hear and steal you away.
Don't get me wrong,
I miss you,
I want you to be mine;
Not his.
If I have to,
I will fight for you.
I will defend you,
I will,
At some point,
Own you.
But not in that way,
In the way where we belong to each other.
I know I screwed up,
I know I'm basically fucked.
I know someone will take you away,
And that's why I'm afraid.
I don't want to lose you,
You were,
And are,
Too good for me.
Why did you pick me?
You are so beautiful and kind,
You can have anyone you want at any time.
So why me?
Don't get me wrong,
I'm glad it was me,
You showed me how I should treat girls,
And how I should be treated.
You are my pearl,
My everything.
Why did I throw it away..?
Why did I leave for another,
Another who would just leave me in the end.
Can we just pretend,
Pretend we aren't okay with how things are?
I miss you...
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Silently Behind Mirrors ©
PoetryPain, Lust, Love, Hatred, Fear. Something everyone has in common. In this collection of poems, you will find how I view the world. And you may find a voice of your own. . . We are all hiding Silently Behind Mirrors. Read with safety as this book doe...
