Descend, I will slowly follow
Passionate love gutted by digital lie
Nevertheless, still bored
Nothing less, still hunger
No more, still shedding
...
Still dancer of you
Twirl around so that you entertain me
Pull you like you puppet me
Who's on the other end of the rope?
I see you still pulling
Yet it's your neck it calls home
...
I want your throat in my teeth
But I want your hand to bless me
How could you kill the bird that couldn't fly?
Burn the nest, kill the mother
...
Clearer thoughts
Had enough to lower
Head to the wall
(On the other side)
Hair and scalp torn
(Through the wall?)
Nails tear cheek, teeth grind gums
(Is he worried?)
...
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's been a bit. Here's one on being tired of holding onto a feeling of betrayal, but you simultaneously "get off" on it
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