You're A Poem I've Always Wanted To Write, But Never Found The Words For.
you're a poem i've always wanted to write, but never found the words for.
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Hindsight
There's been some unanticipation
but my urge doesn't hold a grudge.
I would just have wanted toājust,
despite your untimeliness,
I would have wanted to
whisper in your mouth
all the things I miss about your tongue.
āļø F. J.
I long for the return, bring me back to my lost innocence. I wish to be a child again.
you keep crawling into me
like a little hermit crab
trying to be so formidable
with you sweet claws
but baby, youāre so soft.
so decadent, so innocent,
seeking a home in the
splay of my ribs
creeping deeper deeper
your body squeezing into mine
so recklessly not knowing
all those who came before
whom I consumed, hungrily,
most mercilessly
āThe Hollow Quiet
I will not make myself more digestibleĀ
For those who canāt stomach me
Coated sugar crumbling off my lipsĀ
My tongue is not as sweet as it seems
I write so I know that I am alive.