i'm here for your body,
not you,
and you're here for my lips,
not me,
there's no dishonesty in
this sanctuary,
there is only breath and release,
kisses and heartbroken dreams.
i'll pretend to care about you
for the night,
and you'll pretend to hold me,
to ride the tide;
there's no genuine emotions in
this space,
there is only give and push,
pull and take.
i know everything from the soft spot
on your neck,
to how you lose your mind over
every arch of my back
but nothing about your favourite colour,
or if you've ever been hurt.(but i'm good with not knowing).
-
dedicated to minorvice.
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THE NOSTALGIA GENERATION [wattys 2018]
Poetrya compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy g...