His love drips from my mouth; and seeps to another, a sour taste, like raspberries, because that's all I know. He leaves a mark on my easily bruised skin. 1 for every lie he's ever told me. And it goes for every sentence he's said;
"When are we......?" "What if we........?"
It's funny how his ego is bigger than his heart and head, but last time I checked he painted art for my name and who I come from.
He filled me up with the taste of strawberries,
that no longer have flavor. So it's no longer my favorite fruit. The taste of bitter sweetness; A watermelon; spews out "I love you." And out of all the lies you told "I love you." was my favorite.
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lay lay (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You can put your trust into someone that may be hurting you and you don't even know it. I never realized how dark I seemed until someone pointed it out. I go through things that could put me in a depressive state and i pour it through writing, but it is how I cope. I am generally happy, but when i am sad and someone negative is using me for pleasure and i realize it the thought of them tastes like raspberries to me. The thought of them in my head leaves a mark forever until I forget for a simple moment and for that simple moment bitter-sweet moment all fruits are good to me.
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That was a beautiful poem and certainly something I can coincide with. The last part is what really got me because it explains my last love perfectly. Thank you for the amazing poem!
You are very welcome. I am ecstatic that you enjoyed the poem. The last part just flowed for me from experience, so I am very pleased that you could relate to it. I am very sorry you had to go through that though because no one deserves heartbreak.
Wow Bianca! That oozes seductiveness, passion, and pain! Excellent! The first line was my favorite! 🦋
Thank you so very much, you took the words out of my mouth and summed it up sweetly with your comment!
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