You made me relinquish libidinous desires, yet I yearn for your closure and warmth
Self control was once a myth, but close to you my psyche mirrors my previous foggy behaviours
How do you feel knowing I loved you, but you’re just immortally handcuffed to my venereal embrace... are you proud?
You mirror my manoeuvres, my lust, my fractured empathy, yet you allow me to bind my wrists, soaking as you look me lifeless in the eyes and declare my body is impeccable, or my heart is no longer bleeding with life
I discovered a separate life, one with lavish taste and compatible cliches that were inevitably chained up to the big screen of decade long chics.
Total destruction of the inner self: silicone as lipstick, roses resemble wilted romance, alcohol intoxicates the perception where smeared silicone becomes the new photoshop. Let me flourish.
Imagine the way your blood lightly drips through the billows of smoke towards your perplexed conscience. Engulfing every last dose of your existence, yet despite the torture, you’ve never known anything so divine and ingenious...
coactus caritate
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
