Pool of blood
Against my hell-bound shadow
The shades of different forms he ensnares, entangles, chains
The exhaust of my lifeline like a brutal string, teasing the Thread of Life
By wearing out the story
With dull scissors
My body wears out like a mortal
But he received me as a hell-bent soul
I circle the exhaust
Of that tapped-out smoke
Had I choked
I wish I could die, really die
I'm excited to be this exhausted
It might mean
I will finally break
Break into pieces he no longer can fuck with
But I'm in love with my exhaustion
But really
I'm so fucking in love with
you
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Such passion for your lover
This was so dark, poignant and seemed to have a tad of masochism. Loved your poem Merly!
Now I know you're not talking about me, lol. May you never have cause to so speak of your significant other, either.
Powerful!!! ❤️❤️💕