vexed within your infinitely
instant passes touching at my face
opening my mouth, caressing bare skin
later to deny its sweetness
always vigilant you
tried to sneak out with saying goodbye, to
extradite yourself without words or
dull glances from tear stained eyes
blessed with charm, anger flares to help
utilize blaming other people, but you
took it off, not
I.
listening to night symphonies now
others nonwords have turned to stone in my
violent stages I guess angry sex is better
even through biting back tears
yawning our mysteries
owning our fuck, you've finally
usurped the throne of love.
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I tried to find a quote for my favorite portion but found myself wanting to quote every line. Bittersweet.
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