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Jan 2019
My
Emotions
Are a mess
I've been lying
In bed
thinking of the lies
I tell myself
To get an ounce of rest

I think
Of whether I am only
Lusting after your body
Or Somebody
That I can sink myself
And my being
In to and
****** with

Oh sweet nectar
envelop me
Over and Over
Never stop...

Or if I'm
Caring for
A heart that is connected to the wrong valve
That is trying to pry itself away from
My rib cage
To find it's other half
It's you I'm sure-
Wait

I want your thighs-
No I want your smile-
No I need your lips on mine-
No I want your hands interlocked with mine-

NO
May Zeus be doomed for eternity
So he may too feel what he has done to me!

A puzzle piece
With no shape or form
I am
A mess of emotions
Lying in a bed
With no rest
In sight

Until it clicks
I want both
But both are never coming to me
Never from you

So I bore holes into my ceiling
Feeling
This non-existent tragedy
Befall
Wicked Ol' me
Javanne
Written by
Javanne  23/M/London
(23/M/London)   
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         Javanne, The Iron Reaver, --- and Neuvalence
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