Chasing blind passions,
Chasing forbidden dreams,
We became what we hated;
And thus poisoned,
You drowned me in your thighs,
And I kissed you till you bled.
Of what use are pointless prayers,
When boredom begets blood?
Forsake your fears,
Dry out your tears,
Before stillness begets foes.
And in that new world,
We sought to cure ourselves,
Swimming in the unpoisoned sea,
Which we, poisoned,
With tainted, imagined embraces.
If we could go back in time,
We would still make the same mistakes,
All over again,
For we are, to each other,
Poisoned pawns.
~ Spring 2019 ~
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