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"I'm not much of a drinker"
My teeth break as I lie through them.
I've known you since I set myself on fire and awakened from the ashes.
Yet I am putting you through the same routine that set me ablaze.
You ignited my soul with perfect hands and eyes and mouth
Overwhelming my senses with light public affection
And deep private care.
Why do I refuse to let myself be loved?
I'm elastic and loose like a worn bracelet.
Yet you make me turn to porcelain because I've never seen anyone with a smile like your's.
I get aroused and frightened by people that look like they were molded by the Gods.
Your smile might just give me an overdose.
"I feel like I'm on drugs when I'm with you."
Crack from your energy.
****** from your ****.
Ecstacy from your lips.
Xanax from your voice.
**** from the lilt of your conversation.
And a cigarette for your nerve.
I'm completely high when I'm around you.
Your hands around my face
Pulling me closer to your lips
Completely transfixed by your energy that exudes pure fame and love.
Where did I find someone as perfect as you?
Yet I reject you because we both know all the damage we'll do
to the psyches that are our mind's houses
You're going to put a hole through it.
But I don't mind.
I never told you how much I enjoy pain.
And I really ******* enjoy you.
"Let's get together and feel alright."
Why anticipate the future?
Finley in Despair
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