My pretty girl,
My darling girl,
You're too gentle with me.
I don't deserve kindness
And a caring touch.
Shove me and force me,
Bruise me and tear me,
Bend me to your pleasure.
I don't know what to do.
Too many options of what to do,
What makes you happy,
What makes you want me.
Do you want me?
Take me.
Im yours for the taking.
Steal me.
Shove your love down my throat,
Pull me towards your warmth.
Don't be gentle, I'm not cracked porcelain.
YOU ARE READING
post writing class highschool poems
Poetryim posting these here more for myself to keep them organised. also writing this are a p healthy way to cope so I'm gonna try to write more. reminder @ myself to start a new one once I graduate.
