Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 20
You act like I could choose
But it’s all about you
Isn’t it?
We orbit stars of discontent
Self-made and therefore infinite

I would no sooner let you flay me
Than release my sense of self
Where do you want me?
There? Oh honey…
Lick me with that acid tongue
I’ll open wide
Let nectar run

Am I protruding from your heart?
That sweet kaleidoscope of hurts
That greedily, I gorged into
I’ve not adored nor abhorred
The way I do you

You may think me sad and weak
And I may cry myself to sleep
But you scorn my tears
As if you weren’t the culprit
Kissed, cracked and clipped I weep
Juno Balder
Written by
Juno Balder
108
   Rickie Louis
Please log in to view and add comments on poems