Warning: this piece is about manipulative/abusive relationships. Read at your own risk.
Dear sir,
I wish that I could say that I savored our last kiss.
But I remember it was not the feeling love stories talked about.
It was rough,
Forced
Brutish,
But still, I didn't pull away.
Because I wanted it to work.
Even though you bit me.
Even though you would shout at my visage for hours.
Even though I sobbed in a pillow every night because I couldn't stop from hearing your husky low voice beckoning me to sin.
Even though I couldn't sit still because I felt the phantom touches you craved to feel on me again.
I wanted to be successful
Even if that was with you.
But after all these years.
After all this time
I learned something from us.
Something from you.
I am successful, even without your clammy hands exploring my frame.
I am successful without your rules.
I am successful without you
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mad
PoetryThe title says it all, just some different poems that go from my brain to you. (Cover not done by me, done by the amazing @LaurenDMSmith)
