You made me want
to get up from this
bed. But now you
are the very chains
pulling me down,
and I can't get out
of this mess I made
for myself. I've
been sleeping the
sleep of shame, and
I can't wake up.
You've gouged out
my eyes and
thrown water killing
my fire. You make
me breathe hard.
The more you
destroy me, the
more I want you.
Whisper screaming
temptations into
my ears. Imprint my
damnation with
every touch, every
kiss. Spin me in
circles with your
thighs holding me
in. Push deeper into
me and leave me
the spawn of our
sin. In your arms is
where I lose my
way. Don't stop till
I'm dead. Yet I am
alive, breathing
undeserved air...
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Prodigal Daughter, Unfaithful Wife
PoetryWhat happens when what you thought was love wasn't really love at all? Poetry on the struggle against lust and the hope of learning to truly love and live again.
