he cut me with his lies,
killed me with his goodbyes, said I was not his pick, so I fed him arsenic. he ripped to shreds my heart, then blew my world apart, inspired me to feel, then told me it wasn't real. I let him touch me deep, but me he would not keep, said I was not his pick, so I fed him arsenic.
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He caught me disappearing
having overlooked the other signs. When I took back my smiles hid my thoughts and left him very little words. Too busy being minus me he missed when my heart stopped speaking when my touch faded away. If only he had looked up just once given just a little more time shown me a greater need. He might not have caught me disappearing, becoming just another ghost of love.
he doesn't notice me
staring at him needs open desires inflamed by midnight dreams. he doesn't realize that his naked words lay me bare speaking to my chocolate addiction. unwrapped by wishes-thinking fingers-yearning softness-yielding as his not-knowing slides deep inside me. but he doesn't notice me high school crushin but woman wantin the hell outta him. so I just stand there starinwantinneedintouchin him in silence. |
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