I write just to ease the pain.
the agony of not having lovely muse.
the words choke they spill unto paper like vomit.
yet the words are lost the passion burning yet dying.
yet my poetry is zombified dying by the blue eyes that used to give it meaning.
give it depth.
yet callouses and blisters only are seduced by my vocabulary.
yet loving me is only temporary when it comes to women like you.
yet my poetry is the painkiller I need.
the screams and moans left in my bedroom often cause me to bleed.
yet a touch of a woman was like candy to me.
her abs, like licorice.
her breasts, like soft white chocolate.
her thighs like sneakers.
her pussy like the candy rain that drenched and drowned my face every night.
her ass, that often jiggle like gummy jolly ranchers.
your appetites for bad boys consumed me. it ate me alive to know that I wasn't good enough.
so endless nights I wrote and wrote.
sleep deprived I wrote.
starving I wrote.
I wrote till my insides felt numb.
till I realized I was never the one for you.
as the pen hit the wood on my desk the ink burning smoke at its end.
knowing I will never love someone as precious as you again but I would try.
tears burning my eyes God damnit I will try.
©darkdeity
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