Yours
Taste the red on me
Just a form of currency
You will leave with glee
Taken
Your joy is not mine
But your hands are on what's mine
Your pleasure haunts me
Overtaken
It creeps up at times
Stealing me again--what's mine?
I want back my mind
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NinjaGirl (
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Cool write. Reminds me of The Pixies somehow. Where is my mind?
Enjoyed - Syd
Thanks for reading!
This poem NinjaGirl speaks of yours and mine and the space between. Is our mind really ours?
Who knows!
🥷, this is stark and unsettling in the right way. Each section tightens the grip, and that final plea lands hard. Thank you for having the courage to write and share this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for having the bravery to read it!
Your trauma remains and causes much pain.
(Beyond acknowledgement there can be little else from here - none closer to home?)
Ha, ha, don't worry I have my own land!
This poem seems to revolve around a complex relationship characterized by unreciprocated feelings, loss of agency, and the haunting nature of desire. The poet grapples with the idea of being overtaken by another's desires, leading to a loss of self.
Yes, thank you for reading!
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