I chewed through the streets to find you
up & down the avenues of hope
my burning heart raged with fire
when you were there
and you were all that I wanted,
all that I cared for
you brought out the potential in me
when others had shown me the grave
you released my creative freedoms
when others had me incarcerated
all others before you were mere
throwaways, a simple practice
leading up to you
but when the lust had dried up
and my yearn for your thighs
still watered,
I still cared for only you
its when you became the exact opposite
of everything you’ve ever shown me
that’s when the love became scarce:
I could not stand the sight of you
I could not fathom what you’ve become
I could not grasp what lurked behind those fiery eyes
we were once aggressive lovers of dark bedrooms
and now passive strangers on blue-grey streets
and when we cross each other’s paths,
you fidget with your knick knacks
and watch your soap operas
so, I must go
out into the cold
where it is winter
where it is always winter
where the harsh winds sting
and the frost bites as the snow storms
back where my heart still rages on
in the streets I used to chew
through.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 7:42 AM UTC
I chewed through the streets to find you
up & down the avenues of hope
my burning heart raged with fire
when you were there
and you were all that I wanted,
all that I cared for
you brought out the potential in me
when others had shown me the grave
you released my creative freedoms
when others had me incarcerated
all others before you were mere
throwaways, a simple practice
leading up to you
but when the lust had dried up
and my yearn for your thighs
still watered,
I still cared for only you
its when you became the exact opposite
of everything you’ve ever shown me
that’s when the love became scarce:
I could not stand the sight of you
I could not fathom what you’ve become
I could not grasp what lurked behind those fiery eyes
we were once aggressive lovers of dark bedrooms
and now passive strangers on blue-grey streets
and when we cross each other’s paths,
you fidget with your knick knacks
and watch your soap operas
so, I must go
out into the cold
where it is winter
where it is always winter
where the harsh winds sting
and the frost bites as the snow storms
back where my heart still rages on
in the streets I used to chew
through.
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