i, unValentine

By Devil lyn

  you can't
fuck
 
or,
shall I say
 
you've forgotten how
to ~
 
my body is not a marathon
something you trample through
just to get through
 
and my fake cum~maxing
doesn't mean
I've came
for actually
I've gone;
 
and your kisses...
they taste
like someone else's
misery
 
or perhaps
it is the way I taste
after you've tasted me
unWholly?
 
have we grown mad
at one another
or has my honeymoon [with you]
truly ended?
 
I still love you
no matter how much
I hate you;
 
I want to
masturbate
 
I want to
masturbate
                                                         you
 
                                
 
 
                             away ~
 
but I can't
today is fourteen of month two ... & "i, unValentine"
is the sentiment of my emotions
 
and you bought me edible flowers
of truffle rose
and a die~mond that speaks ...'Forever'
 
maybe next year
when we fu...
when you fuck...  me
I'll start screaming your name
and stop whispering
 
 
 
                                             ~ h i s



 

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Copyright 2017 Devil lyn
Published on Thursday, June 1, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • dwells On Thursday, June 1, 2017, dwells (5706)By person wrote:

    Always a hard act to follow Dev. You frame some unique thoughts that are all part of a common portrait shared by many. The closing was killer - cheers! - Dan

  • Drea On Thursday, June 1, 2017, Drea (1521)By person wrote:

    Fuck. Yeah. This punched the air out of me. Hit pretty damn close to home.


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