Can you, The Sadist,
Feel love?
Who knows?
What is in store for me.
Unlike you-
Not looking for rubber lust
or *** in cowardice-
with the mannequins of my past.
And I'm Lovesick-
not evil, or loon.
Never desperate for the intent to
engender anguish.
I don't play the guitar anymore.
I don't write songs about you.
My door stays locked now,
and it is of my own vengeful hope that
en route to our planned visitation,
you crash this time.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
Can you, The Sadist,
Feel love?
Who knows?
What is in store for me.
Unlike you-
Not looking for rubber lust
or *** in cowardice-
with the mannequins of my past.
And I'm Lovesick-
not evil, or loon.
Never desperate for the intent to
engender anguish.
I don't play the guitar anymore.
I don't write songs about you.
My door stays locked now,
and it is of my own vengeful hope that
en route to our planned visitation,
you crash this time.
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