I listen to the spark of her eyes
I taste cherry vodka off her voice,
I kiss the touch of her breath
My tongue insulates the noise.
She folds into my hands,
She's in love with this man
Though i will never be fully hers
Something she won't understand.
My drug; I am drawn to her lust
I pull as she pushes off the wall.
So bittersweet when it's over
For I am only addicted to the fall.
Wonton feelings of love,
A fairy tale caught in a trawl,
Obsessed with feeling torn
Over feeling nothing at all.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
