Efforts

Morgue

I want to feel the efforts on my skin

Shining like golden brown in the sunlight

But the only sun kiss I’ve received is from the pale moon

I throw my expectancies in a small tin

 

I’ve kissed those fingertips a thousand times

Along with many more along my life

You’ve lived in my grasp as long as you needed

I’ve given dollars but where’s my dime?


Your resentments lay comfortably between your teeth

I’ve given more to you than I could ever feed

Where do I sleep tonight while you rest in my bed?

You really do expect so much, I’m so in over my head

 

I play this route every chance I get

I give, and give, until I regret

Notice how you receive what you want in these sheets

Yet I still feel uncomfortably sick like rust is flowing in my blood stream

 

I drink your sweat like rain water

I don't want to lie anymore

I’m not thirsty for desperation nor for temperatures hotter

I did it all for your pleasures, and you still yearn while I lay sore

  • Author: Morgue (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: September 30th, 2025 16:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: Why must you never give, when all I want is to receive.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 1
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