By profession,
I am good at
waiting
I am used to
the cruelty
of human upon
human
wounds of wars
and words
delicate deceits that
brush lips with skin
and skin with finger -
prints
like him, I look at bodies
and see stories
I see bruises and scars
that conceal secrets
I can read crimes
as clearly as if
they were written
in blood across
the scene
this game should be
beneath us
he is cruel
and offers a
chance, smaller
than anything
I’ve seen on a
microscope slide
but still, breathing
existing, taunting
leaving me breathless
and broken
it squeezes my
heart as if the
blood inside is
a poison that
needs extracting
my once logical
mind quivers
under his kiss
and empties
he is the ****
that grows beneath a flower
until it is too wild
to ****
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
By profession,
I am good at
waiting
I am used to
the cruelty
of human upon
human
wounds of wars
and words
delicate deceits that
brush lips with skin
and skin with finger -
prints
like him, I look at bodies
and see stories
I see bruises and scars
that conceal secrets
I can read crimes
as clearly as if
they were written
in blood across
the scene
this game should be
beneath us
he is cruel
and offers a
chance, smaller
than anything
I’ve seen on a
microscope slide
but still, breathing
existing, taunting
leaving me breathless
and broken
it squeezes my
heart as if the
blood inside is
a poison that
needs extracting
my once logical
mind quivers
under his kiss
and empties
he is the ****
that grows beneath a flower
until it is too wild
to ****
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