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Andrew Rueter Dec 2020
I thought your love for me was a form of animal husbandry
but after two humps
you became the camel that broke the straw’s back.
Zero Nine Jun 2017
I wish for once your snoring
Was the growl you made
When you looked at me
Sin
I sinned today...
The slow draw swept me away.
I tasted such sweet nothing.
Warm smoke, finished with that sting.
It started with a harmless light,
The toxic chemicals wrapped in white.
I truly thought I was done,
It was four months, since I had one.
I thought I could escape its hold,
Yet I find myself still clutching death in the cold.
Rockie May 2015
I wait for the day that I can feel your hand clutch mine.
For the day I can smooth down your hair out of love.
Feel your soft cheeks against mine.
Except I have to wait,
Simply because I do not have a partner yet,
Or know if I can ever hold a little child of my imagination like you in my arms.
Grizzo Apr 2015
When she's new
everything's perfect.

Sometimes early
on you have stall-
outs

A few here
and there
isn't
really a
big deal.

It happens
to us all.

As you learn her
your confidence
grows and you
learn how she
likes it
and how she
likes your style.

You need
to listen to her
she will tell you
when it's too fast
or too slow.

When you held on
too long
or were too slow
to let go.

The stench of your abuse
will fill your
nostrils

make you sick
to your stomach
and when she starts
screaming,
but not going anywhere

you'll smell this in
her words.

One day, soon
she will break
because of you
because that's how she's
made

But in about ten
hours, one thousand
or so dollars later

She will be
like new
again.

She will be

Perfect.
NaPoWriMo #4

I followed the prompt today. It's a love poem about driving with a clutch.

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