hes breaking taking inflating
me
godless nights
no one sees
but his eyes glued to me
so greedily
it's almost
sickening
and i look and love
but he just wants a taste
dont undress
me with your eyes with haste
i know its fake
but maybe
not?
i'm yelling for this to stop
and my pulse
raising making my coldness hot
steaming
with chills
he doesnt know the whole he made
will never be filled
god oh fuck make this stop
i'm dying
but no end to this hell
where i fell in this tower that took me to the top floor
when the door opened
i could see no more...
THAT WAS A REALLY GAY-ASS poem. fuck it wasnt even one. i dont know what it is
Ignore the bastard that wrote that last comment. I get it, been there done that. Your poetry is beautful.