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Nov 2017
there's a pretty hole within me
there's candy, sweets inside
on edges made of sugar crystals
shards and sharp corners hide
there's a rotting hole within me
it's dark and growing wide
it smells like cherry filling
the air can get you high
dependency like poison
a cold and gaping need
can be strangely alluring
it plays cruel tricks on me
say darling, don't you love me?
say baby, you're my need
say please don't look too close, dear
screaming please, love, don't you leave
this is convoluted as hell but basically, i often find intense joy and warmth and safety in my dependent habits until I am no longer able to indulge them and then I'm LOST AS HELL and also remember that needing someone that way isn't healthy
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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