This isn’t love (love does not take from you)

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(why do i feel so lonely?)

 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 [...]

how much?

how much?

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 [...]

scraps

scraps

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