Everything is going to go up in flames
The way I feel, the way you feel
Is driving me insane
The sex, God
The sex is like a stone causing a ripple
Like the beat drop to a first song
Like the first hit from that brown blunt
That restraint I feel to fall in..like?
Maybe you don't think I'm the type
But anyway.
Keeping my feelings, my ideas of you
So much easier, pass them aside
Let me at least hold on to that curdle of pride
At least with you I don't crave suicide
Let me not expose my dark mind
At least with you I don't want to hide
At least with you I know I can keep my pride
Boys like you, even ones that are good
Always seem to turn to me
When they want a good, hard long fuck
But it's so hard sometimes
Sex turns into making love
And then I open a jar
Of secrets, of my innocence
Of what I really want from the plethora
Of men
And that's why we'll go up in flames
Because I'm scared we both want different
And my presence will be insufficient
And my heart will go back to sinking.
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The Ones that Talk About Heartbreak and Love
PoetrySo this collection of poems were initially about heartbreak and love between two people in romantic sense. But after writing this for, I don't know how many years, I started to see that it was more than that. I start to see heartbreak in so many oth...
