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Feb 2015
ignite that glorious chain
of the cigarettes you crave

they sit between your pretty
fingers, jingle-jangling to
and from your lips. a smile
not quite saccharine, but
immensely sweet and sicken-
ing still. gravity pulls me now
with immense force

clench your fist, strike in
romance, I won't whimper,
I won't defend. I will
crawl back for more.

kiss tenderly tendered wound,
fresh scars worn with
pride, a pain that brings with
it comfort and yearning

your ill nature i implore
as your healing touch has
me on the floor for more

howling praises at the feet
of the angelic figure i see

sense of self and body sore
you are what i suffer for

and it shouldn't have been
any other way at all

you like to hurt as much
as I like to hurt. we have
fallen into place quite
conveniently, haven't we?
EJ Aghassi
Written by
EJ Aghassi  30/M/Riverside, CA
(30/M/Riverside, CA)   
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