THIRTY-SEVEN
you trick meYou trick me.
A soul of a fool playing at
my heart and mind, and body combined,
a game you are far too familiar with,
a practice taken in years.When you pretend you want me,
sob that you need me,
scream as you plead for me.
All hidden under the smirk curling at your lips,
all for a little fun in the sheets.You can always hide so well
when the darkness seeps in.
I'm always the toy you toss
back in the box, once you are done,
once you want to be alone again.Here, I lay, until you're ready to play again
What's been the most memorable year for you?
𐎀 Definitely a toss between 2018, 2022, & 2023. 2018 was a big year for growth, self-love,
& positivity for me. 2022 is the year I started dating my boyfriend, who has truly changed my life for the better & has helped me in so many ways. 2023 because I published my first book!May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...