- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Nevers
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Never Be
He grabs your face and squeezes your juicy red lips together and stares into your soul.
You feel him want you, need you, and love you. But it’s a façade. He only lives to break you, to destroy you.
He punishes, neglects, gives just enough to leave you hanging onto the edge, dangling, trying desperately to crawl to the surface to get a breath.
But you cant. You will never be sub enough. Never be Little enough. Never be extreme enough, sweet enough, or dirty enough. NEVER good enough.
As your heart cracks you push yourself back from that fucking ledge and plunge yourself into the darkness. No end as you fall. Your head spins as the Nevers come flowing to the surface. Drowning you as they pass by.
Blood spills from your lips as your pupils fixate. His face. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Mr. Death and Destruction. You’ve been murdered by the Nevers. You don’t exist.
