This isn’t love (love does not take from you)- 9/15/2020 you say this is love, tears mingling with your pleas. skin pale, teeth rotting from decay; how can you call this love when it drains you? robs you of joy and leaves you with nothing but scraps to keep warm? you deserve a feast […]
a dance done between two, a tango lacking the aromatic presence we aspire, we are off-beat, off-tune; a song rolling across the thick lashes batting your eyes, we are eternally tragic. woefully damaged. i’m exhausted, baby, and so are you. why do we continue to stand on stage, pretend this is love, and fuck and fight […]
why, when you suffer, do you think you are alone? that we can not see that you are in agony? it’s the eyes that draw me in; misery stains your eyes black. your teeth are soft, your gums are runny and rotting red. you are decaying before me yet you spritz on perfume. the smell […]
so small, you reduced me to. never petite in my waist, thighs, or the fire burning in my eyes, did you feel big, because you reduced me until i was weak? @amateur__poet ✨
i use to live off of the scraps he once gave me. i was emaciated. skeletal. i needed more than meager compliments and sparse commitments. i am full now. i am curvy. i am finally healthy. never again will i ever accept scraps when I have a Queen’s appetite❤️❤️💕 @amateur__poet