Falling In Love It’s a downward spiral. Everything spinning And yet despite all The bruises we get As we crash into the cliffs The splash at the end And what’s left of the mist Is more than enough To suffice the need Of the neediest lovers Whoever they may be. But when the mist coincides And the water lays still Is there anything left But the bruises that didn’t heal? So the fall starts again And the sores multiply. The heart begins to tear And the soul begins to cry. As the bruises become cuts And the cuts become scars We fall out of love And become who we are.
The rich never starve So they don’t understand When others do. They have no earthly idea What the starving folks Are going through.
They are being taught By those that have cash That poor are lazy trash And it’s fine to ignore When they suffer. If the poor were wise They would choose another Better way of living. They’d surely not starve But would rather carve Out some way of life That brought wealth to Their kids and their wife.
It’s got to be something That the poor has done To make them into The neediest ones. They should even work For some fast food place Because being poor is A huge, social disgrace.
And the women should stay At home with their kids The same way our mothers Of yesterday all did. It’s shameful the way The poor make their spouses Work at jobs all the time Outside of their houses.
The rich never starve So they don’t understand When others suffer. They fail to accept that We are their sisters And their brothers.
The way her skin tastes makes you hum Low sounds coming from your mouth and all you can do is breathe into her because she is there She is under you and around you and with you in every single moment you are feeling her You like that You are burning with her on a high of the highest of highs In a moment of the neediest of needs She knows this and she is not okay with it She will still give it to you She will touch you Hug you Kiss you Feel you in ways nobody else has felt you You are so full of craving that you will use her and burn her out like a small, suffocating flame You want to hurt her like you have been hurt She wants you enough to allow you the pleasure
(Sometimes) I hate you, But the neediest parts of me still crave the vague admiration you hid between pages of manipulation and abuse.
I tell myself that I’ve moved on. I ignore the cold sweats and screams that interrupt my dreams. I push the thought of you to the bottom left corner of my mind, Stored with other trauma, like family dinners and math homework.
It takes all the strength left in me Not to set your castle of comfort ablaze With the months of lies and exploitation. How easily I could send it all tumbling with the flick of a finger, Yet I don’t. Maybe its because I’m humane and lenient in the ways you never were, Or maybe its because I’m a coward Just like you.