callous like velcro

clausetrophilic

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 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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