Love is a nimble hare of the wild. There
isn't any point searching for it anymore
I'm tired of being the hungry huntsman
drunk on desire, yearning to be yearned for
needing to be needed
I did not do the math but
Too many people have unbuttoned my shirt and spat on it
Too many times have I unhooked my bra for the world
the heart is a fragile thing yet it is what disparagers crave for the most
i can't help but beg on my knees for your
But lovers come and die like wildlife by the campfire
skin them alive
tear off the skin,
bite off more than I can chew,
and when I hit the bone I have sucked them
dry but
alive but
dehydrated.
nobody ever stays without rotting like dead cotton plants.
The world has no right to my heart
scars that never heal
screams that graze my throat
emotions that burn me alive like a lava shower
They have sunken in colosseums of ice in the pits
of my lungs
you can't hurt me anymore i won't let
you touch them.
and everything i do is for you, too
because if i thawed the ice they will be out
for you as you fall asleep, too
YOU ARE READING
Harlequin
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