- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Words
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Why do you always have to say the right things?
Why are the words so easily said?
They flow off your tongue like the soft trickling of blood,
Pouring from the wound you created
And I gashed apart.
I'd like to wrap my icy fingers around your throat,
And squeeze the breath out of you,
While placing soft kisses on your jawline.
But the words don't stop.
They are echoed in the back of my mind,
Piercing my soul,
Cloaking me in a mist of chaos.
A chaos so dark I can't see,
And so bright I'm blinded.
I want to slit your wrists,
And then lick your shallow wounds,
Healing them.
All I can do is scream
To drown out the sweet sounds of your voice,
But I am haunted,
And it is too late.
I reach out to you,
But push you away.
My voice strains to tell you,
But all that escapes my throat is a soft gasp,
As I sink into you,
Wondering if you're really even there at all.
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