Mumble those sweet nothings into my mouth,
Then bite my neck gently and take the poison you left, kisses, lip marks, promises and
Kiss them away.
Drink from my dripping rain throat and listen to the sweet pulse that I can feel in my lips,
Pretend you hear with your lips and then listen.
Burn my flesh from my bone; hurt me with your words and then
Tell me you love me,
Break me into pieces and
Put me back
Together;
Please.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
