Do you miss me today?
Or is that relegated to yesterday?
To baking bread with your bloody hands
And squeezing the life out of inhospitable biomes
Doing nothing more than thrashing against the odds
While I raged against the fading embers of sanity in you.
.
God, I fucking hate you.
.
I missed you yesterday night.
The wind was cool against my nudity,
Depraved in its search for more skin to touch.
How easy it was to cover up from its questing fingers.
It reminded me of the way you never asked and only took.
The wildest thing happened...I started to miss you and your pain.
.
Fuck, I must love you.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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