Blow their minds
Over and over again
Until they call you queen
No they never met a warmth
Like yours
Down on their knees
They drink from your fountain
Quenched is an understatement
You are comfort food
They are satisfied
Satiating desires of the flesh
Just to one day be ash
All for nothing?
Where is your heart my love
And she says
My heart is in the dirt
As it has been for a while
Drug well over a thousand miles
So that I have not to offer
They bow at my feet
through
Snow hail and sleet
But yet can’t accept
Me for me
Forcing intimacy
My baggage
My damage
Fake love they can have it
“I love you”
A phrase more worn out
Thank these vans
Someone come get ya mans
Because this shit is getting old
No they never met a warmth
This cold
About the Creator
Sadmartian
I’m a poet, I also do spoken word.. This is my first time sharing my work with strangers. My poetry is raw and I hope you guys enjoy.
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