It was there, that I knew I was poison.
I knew I was permanently infected.
They knew I was poison,
they all knew they shouldn't go near me,
they knew it was wrong,
but you always want what you shouldn't have.
Always a gentle touch, never too much, just enough,
to know you have them where you want them.
Riddled with confusion,
leave them full of appetite ,
they don't want it, they need it.
They all yearned to know if the rumours were true,
forbidden fruit is always the most alluring.
Physically pleasing was all I was good for,
I knew I couldn't love,
I knew no one could love me,
a minuscule insight into what could be,
is all they will ever see.
That toxic, nail-biting, teeth gritting lust,
the destructive kind,
that will only ever be short term.
Nothing will ever be long-term for me.
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An organised mess
PoesíaA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
