"ethiopian" poems - Hello Poetry

She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC

aaronlalux

Battle Wounds

She’s got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck, so we fck, and after it's said and done she says, “I don’t usually do this.”, yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do, no road home and no rules, no control no lines no tolls, keep knocking and you can come in, but no one’s home, what’s going on up there, how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful, why are you armed with such a stare, I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for, armed to the teeth no bark all bite, I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire, and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might, because we better express ourselves before we expire, got burned from her fire, but it hurt so good, like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other, feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood, always ready to talk about anything except the truth, she says she only lied to me once, and that was about not liking Ethiopian food, and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck, what the fck, I’m drunk, and I don’t usually drink, but I often do things I don’t usually do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not sure I love you, because even if I did, I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use, you want the truth, the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone, and in the middle is where I found you, and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home, and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment, laying there naked in each other’s arms, but you were insecure and covered yourself back up, because you didn’t want me to see your scars, you’ve got scars on her legs, calls them battle wounds, I’ve got the music up way to loud, so loud we can’t hear our thoughts, city lights provide the background, as we lose control and make love, doing anything to feel anything, because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck... ∆ LaLux ∆ Melbourne, Australia October 2018