he was no longer weak
wearing a cigarette on his lips
the ashes falling like rain to smother me,
he is restless and i hear his heart beat
with his mother pounding in her grave;
they are synchronized
as he buttons his coat
smiling with his auburn eyes,
and it's better she doesn't know
as he holds me tight.
and he can try to forget me,
but i won't let him
because i don't want to be alone, and he reeks of the danger i crave
tears i never cried adorn his skin
prying his body open, begging me
to crawl in;
i want to reside in the mess i fed
he is an addict and i am his pen
he is agoraphobic and i am his bed
and when he leaves
i will loose all i have ever had.
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
