It's a strange kind of decadence
your satiny skin
smooth and soft and supple
whispering over mine
scarred and stretched and stained
with the years of cruelty
self-inflicted
healed now,
but the evidence lingers
like your gaze lingers on my hair
my lips
my breasts.
When you look at me like that I wilt under you
a weed in the sun
but you hold my jaw with slender fingers
force my eyes from their shameful glance
cover my skin with your adoration.
You can take me apart with your eyes alone
you like to use your hands
your tongue
your body on mine
to remove the bricks of the walls i've built
yet your eyes -
your eyes can wreck me.
And you are so careful
your love is so gentle
but I know that you could break me
and I know that I would let you.
YOU ARE READING
Hysteria
Poetrya collection of my poetry for the world to pick apart. warning: some of these poems contain themes of mental illness, self-harm, and attempted suicide. if these are likely to upset you, i would advise against reading.
