i love it when youre mad at me
and i try to lick your salty nipple
as you mutter in uncertainty
in between gulps of rye
i love it when we play house
you smack my ass
unzip your pants
and demand me to please
i love it when you ask of me
about politics and i say
i dont know i cant relate
but ive got to go and serve
the broken today
i love it when you yell at me
i shoot to the moon smiling
nodding on the fourth
like when Idris met Azrael
it breaks my heart
to come home
while youre lying on the floor
Gulliver tied down by
tiny airport bottles
i hate it when
i make you cry
after my lips no longer blue
call out your name
right before vomiting
my weakness you on your back
cock hard me on top
losing myself without regard
but right before
i come bouncing back to you
turning my tide
your palms on my thighs
laughing as we die
cover my eyes on your way out
it hurts me when i know
that i will be leaving
in a few hours to get away
from you
ill really miss
that ethereal tiny kiss
gifted from you to me
upon my forehead
when you asked to marry me
there really is no comfort
knowing that i love you
two grotesquely beautiful
liars contending
upon the mirrors of our eyes
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Powerful imagery my friend. Love and hate share such a fine line.
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That they do, Jerry. I suppose that’s when we get a choice between weakness and strength… thanks for reading ๐
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It is always a joy to visit your site. Thanks for sharing such wonderful words my friend.
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Amazing poetry with such a visceral take on relationship dynamics, especially ones that seem unhealthy. The love and hate are clearly expressed. Brilliant writing with such a strong meaning.
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thank you dearest Lucy xo
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โ two grotesquely beautiful
liars contending
upon the mirrors of our eyesโ
What a powerful ending!
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thanks friend ๐
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