"sweetless" poems
Regret,
One word,
Timeless damage condensed to
Six letters.
That are scented like cheap, Dollar store, perfume
Titled “Heavenly”.
The stench that you burned into my nostrils,choking me,
Suffocating me.
A word whose name taste like poison on my battered tongue,
Bitterly sweetless,
Just like the ***** pouring like fountains from your fingertips,
Sugar-laced manipulation.
It’s adorned with purple, the colour of the rich,
Of royalty,
Yet, worn by a wayward, penniless, and perverted sinner,
Guiltless, guilty.
It’s a word that purrs, “You’re so mature” as its filthy palms grasp my flesh,
Robbing me.
Robbing me straight from the cradle I slept so ignorantly,
So soundly.
Stripping me naked as I was born, yet wasn’t I just yesterday?
Too young.
Far too young to carry the weight of your skin,
Your sins,
My regret.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
Colorless sky,
Greenless trees,
Lifeless flowers;
No fragrant wind,
No salty sea,
No fresh rain;
Tasteless vanilla,
Sourless lemons,
Sweetless cheesecake;
No loud rock,
No soothing violin,
No smooth jazz;
Feelingless touch,
Softless kiss,
Tenderless hug.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC