You aren’t the real thing
An approximation
Noting my quirks
I desire flesh, suffering
I want a girl as deep in bloody mud
As I am
That still smiles cuz I have none left
To give
I can borrow your promises, save me
I’ve only days left
Bein’ this way
You’re analog, full blast your song
Take me
Out of the blood
The mud
To your bath
To your room
To a home.
About the Creator
Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
Reader insights
Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insight
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
Keep reading
More stories from Jack Friend and writers in Poets and other communities.
Finding Your Light: Embracing Imperfection
When you stop trying to please others and cease striving for perfection, your light returns. We often believe that women become unhappy because they are not pretty enough, not perfect enough, or not hardworking enough. But what truly exhausts women isn't these things. It’s trying too hard in life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 days ago in Poets
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
Comments (1)
Incredible poem!