Everything she put me through is over.
She didn't break my heart she made it sober,
and now I'm ready for a sixteen year old start
Wet hair, bare feet,
my tragedies relflected in her eyes
Candid, undisguised, and branded
with ink, indelible
Pink poka dot panties
Fish net hips,
and menthol lip stick fantasies.
I want her in that Elsa dress
No wig
Tiara in the bedroom
Her tooth brush in my sink
I want her for breakfast
Leave me breathless
And ready for more
Victorian era values
But also lots of secrets.
Most importantly I want her to let me know I'm worth it.
I've been hurt
I need a healer
Wonder if I'll find her
Sober heart on my sleeve
I believe in that sixteen year old start.
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Thresheld
KöltészetMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
