you didn’t even
look back.
if you did
you’d see
hollow eyes
wild with fire
lips kissed by
gun powder
and a heart
that beats
for you.
what do you
call love
when only i
give it
and you suck
it off my tits,
wipe your mouth
and look away.
maybe stupidity?
but i forget
to think
when your fingers
draw dreams
on my skin
and the world
feels like you are
all of it.
so i made you
all of it.
served my soul
on an altar
slit my throat
because isn’t it all about
sacrifice?
so poetic.
until you left me
to bleed dry
walked away
and didn’t even look
back.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (3)
Wowser. Just. wowser, lol. there are so many powerful bits to this. I love the itallic sarcasm of "so poetic" in an angry, sad poem, that made me grin a little. You are always so expressive and not afraid to say things people would often shy away of it, and it makes your writing so special and so yours. :)
That's what people do when we're too kind. Loved your poem!
So powerful