Would you be alright?
Would you feel alright?
If I pulled out this knife,
after you cut me out.
After all,
You couldn't see what I did,
Covered in his cologne.
After all,
You were stollen.
Love was hopeless.
I just couldn't confess
or stomach it.
You were my bellyache.
When I realised you were plastic,
See-through and disposable -
Maybe you're rubber
with how you always bounce back.
Or like a Fleshlight;
Nothing but a fake fuck.
Love was just a suck off
but you couldn't quite swallow;
my words that came your way.
Marked on you;
like your body stains;
Like my stained pain.
I lay with glazzed eyes -
no longer blind-in-love.
Full of plastic promises
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Book I: Vox Nihili
PuisiAn open book of poetry and raps to share with the world. Letters and words are curled and woven onto the page to share in our modern age. May it relenquish you and free your soul from its cage - inspire your inner desire to set your own fires that b...
