as i await with my
jagged edges, shaped uniquely
with each bolt of humanity.
i ponder on how
interesting your garments fit
to the armor of my curiosity.
a blinding measure of
an unfit puzzle piece.
but nonetheless
a bundled mess
of mixed emotions
that belong
to a damaged vessel.
is it possible that
i have mistake your kindness
through association?
or the is it the itch to be known by
me screaming for a way out?
because i do.
i ache,
and i burn
with a fire so hot,
that even Lilith herself,
walks away in shame.
maybe,
it's what you represent for me,
what you could do for me
that blossoms
the once pretty flowers
in the parts of my garden
i kept wilted.
because if i am so pretty,
watch how pretty
i can be wrapped around
your finger.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
