Amateur poetry from an amateur poet

Sin

It's funny

How we say we hate what we need most

I saw you two dancing last night

Singing that same dumb song

With tears in your eyes

He held you tightly in his embrace

And there was nothing warmer than his lips

They almost burned

There was a smile forming at the corner of his lips

He won

He got you back

He gripped your hips so hard you almost screamed

There was no way to escape now

He moved away from your mouth

And you could almost breathe for a minute

Then he sunk his teeth into your neck

The soft gentle flesh

And he slid his sharp tongue across

There was this small yelp

And then silence

And you sunk into him

Trusted him

He still had to fulfill his promise

To take away your pain

Did he?

Did he take it all away?

Answer me!

I didn't realize...

That you felt alone

...

Let's cut you down already

That rope must be so uncomfortable around your neck

Poor thing

Did death heal you?

Did he keep his promise to you?