is there a difference between
lust and pain
when I want you this bad?
you've got me hanging from a noose
swinging in your bedroom
(tell me your middle name)
no, don't worry
it's only a little dying
in between your sheets
(you should have known better than to kiss me like that)
I don't want a long run
I am not good with love
I do not hold it in my palms
or call it by its name
I do not keep it on my shelf
to rot and wither in the light of day
either
I snap it's neck so it cannot sing to me
at night
when you are not here
(you should have known better)
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
