imagine me in a dark room basement close cut like a red room:
bust nose bleed bent feet gunpowder limbs akimbo like pistols oh no
i’m thrown to the ground but the surface is grounding
you’ve scratched just the surface of me, scratch as in wound, and lucky the scar lingers for you to pick
apart an opening just for you you you won't you take that chance? pull me
apart baby
get to know me, let's get to know each other, don't you want to know me, want me?
it's about me, should be,
sufficient enough for you, yeah you, you know me
come and drink my arterial spray ripe like plum sweet like cherry
something in my veins wants you to contaminate, coagulate, the way it's not
blood not red not gold not plated not
anything precious either ever
just me in me in me in me matryoshka doll living within nothing never
you know you’ve never asked why i scatter like a blood pack
contradictory, i clot over when you try to know me, cause i
want you to know me but then it's that that i hide, then i think that
you're impeaching, so i fly no set me get me let me be
free, i get defensive, when you pull the stitch everything else goes
off, don't you know i'm a black hole? i'll suck you inside
sides, i have my wants and needs pixelated like a porno censor
i have your wants and needs to the wind by my ear all you are is car seat leather
i never want you anywhere near just teetering on the edge of the leer
ing complex come over here, come over here and you'll see me for who’s the real
irrational, traditional, brass knuckle rings, something something high strung low cost fear
recalibrate, decalibrate, we celebrate, after me you'll be celibate yeah i'll ruin
you, i told you, black hole, residue stick closed like glue
now that you lose, i’ll absolve you, you absorb me, you the changed man
well i'm the same man, we get worse, we get home
baby don't worry, you get going, i'll catch up, i got parole.
- Author: messier (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 2nd, 2024 14:33
- Comment from author about the poem: wanting to be known, but ironically hiding your true self.
- Category: Love
- Views: 9
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