can't you see I'm pointless?
just another cog in the machine
don't you know I'm useless?
hold me down, use me as you please
I wish I could conjure
all the gall that you possess
harness it into my body,
this vessel from which I confess
why can't we not be sober?
liquor will last forever
if I can't get sober
then I'll just roll right over
if you love me, beat me
I express my lust through scars
pull my hair and fuck me up
do it again 'til I see stars
if I'm not bleeding, I don't mean it
if you're not smiling, I have failed
if I'm not drawing my last breath,
is it even love?
I keep trying to no avail
every vessel straining
I'm not looking for something tame
I bet you'll want me when
I'm in shackles, screaming your name
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The difference between sexual passion and love in this poem the former. Well written
thank you
You are most welcome
Hayleigh, this is dark, visceral, and emotionally charged. Beneath the shock is a yearning to feel significantโฆto equate suffering with worth. The repetition and escalation build that desperation steadily. Itโs not easy to read, and thatโs exactly why it resonates so well. Powerful write, here. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
thank you
Most welcome, Hayleigh!
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