• Emotionally Void

    by  • April 26, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Spilling my intestines on the plush blanket,
    While we feed ourselves the truth naked,
    Tongue strewn between my breasts,
    I need you like a heroin needs a fine fix.

    We clasp our hands with little to no affection,
    And I am remembered of how easily I am mistaken,
    For the woman I once was, has gone, she has left,
    And her body is the vessel to a loveless kiss,

    Don’t tell me you love me, don’t give me coffee in the morn,
    I want my feelings to disintegrate and burn
    Feed me your lines, don’t get attached
    Because I can’t become sewn to a memory like this.

    Feverish, and spurting sighs, as our cheeks flush,
    And our lungs rise,
    I speak of a perpetual maze that has been my life,
    Hoping you’ll forget my pain in your averting eyes.

    Don’t tell me you love me, don’t even give once inch,
    I want to be someone who you toss and forget,
    Because as lovers go, I can’t cope with commitment,
    No, I need to be untangled from memories, with a loveless escapement

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