I didn't understand,
because my body told me it felt nice.
But I hated every second,
I didn't want it to happen twice.
Every time it happened,
lumps assembled in my throat,
my body was my biggest betrayer,
I tried to slash off all points of pleasure,
those who watched for entertainment,
could no longer gloat.
If I can't get my body and mind to agree,
i'll remove it,
so my teeth won't grit.
I'll remove anything that makes me feel good,
don't deny you wouldn't like it that way,
admit.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...