Have I ever told you how lovely your tired eyes were
When they carried tormented purple
Or how breathtakingly perfect, your soft skin
The scars where red pimples had once been
All of which you despised
If only I could silence your thoughts which lied
To you, why can't you just see
All I desire is who you are and who you will be
I never demanded of you to accept
But these words are all I have left
Your touch, to feel- I am unable to speak
Drowned by your voice, I cannot dare peek;
Afraid of your agonizing gaze I am
Hence, you partake in the sacrifice of a lamb
Out of this tortured body, none is able to exorcise you
Only if the Most Merciful demands it not to hold true
So don't break free from my throat by force
And then leave me here with no remorse
Over my dead body you sadistically gaze
You still choose this despite the many ways
You could leave, yet you only desire me to grieve
.•▪︎■▪︎•.
This was the original version of the 1st poem in the book, they have different narratives. I wrote the other one later for a uni class.
Which version do you think is better?
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Anaxiphilia
Poetry"Over my dead body you sadistically gaze; You still choose this, despite the many ways You could leave, but you only desire me to grieve."