a heart, always in shambles
my god, in longing for pieces of me, which i do not have- and the girl, with a mouth too hungry for the world; too small to fit in. the sorrow of her selfishness, and how it burns down to her spine
in tenderness for a wild thing;
beast to mouth to belly to teeth- oh the ache, untamed. like a deer in misery / like a bursting cocoon / like wrecking words savoured, in the sweetest voice /
i pleaded for more than this, in a dream, and found it under my chest, crushing. i asked for more than this in a dream, and drank the ocean with wine lips; a slurry, glowing moon, and her violence
love is never calm, or easy
the wounded smile in black and blue; bruised for eternity- the others look mystified in something other than awe; like me, a girl too golden, too pure, to dirty for his hands, yet willing to commit murder in his embrace.
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poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
