Blind them
take away their
right to see
you’re reserved for
only me
Undress
open up your
robes to me
let me rip out
all your seams
Protest
fight me when I
touch your skin
fear that I will
sink within
Love me
release as I
climb inside
call me as I
break your pride
Hate me
curse me and I’ll
own your mind
loathe me, it will
make you mine
i find myself writing about feelings i really hate a lot. i'm not really sure why? maybe it's kind of a vent, like i can't stand it just sitting there i need it to be in words that can be placed away from me. who knows. anyway, here is another poem about some bad **** that makes me feel sick.
also, this rhyme scheme reminds me of getting something stuck in your throat. like you can't really read it smoothly, it's like choking almost? i really like it, it's jerky and not right and it fits with how this feels.