You say you love me but I’m not your dove
You often carry me yet I feel like a rug
You tell me sweet things but don’t give me any rings
Only leave me reeling from your lavish gifts
You hold me so much yet I don’t feel your touch
Your touch I had craved since we met at the bus stop
A touch so sweet it quivered my bones
A touch so bitter it burned through my soul
A touch like fire it roared through my chest
A touch like lava it scorched against my breast
A touch as such is what I always craved
What I craved with a love you couldn’t give all the same
A love that sings like butterflies
A love that leaps like stars in the skies
A love fills the dry, bitter void of abstinence
A love that stills the shrieks of unfulfillment
A love we could have had, had you allowed
A love I would’ve allowed had your heart have had
Your heart, that stauch and static vine!
That plunged mine deeper in its toxic twine
Your heart that once I adored as cherries
That left the overwhelming tang of rotten poultries
Your heart, o why do you have one still
An organ, once gold, now made of steel
A steel that crushes inside my bones
A steel that makes me feel so so
A steel that sets my teeth on edge
A steel that wrecks my romantic pledges
Pledges I made, once upon a time
Pledges you forsake, like it was no crime
No crime, indeed! You’d think alright
No crime, no reason to think on it tonight
So when you sleep, I’d think it alone
With a cup in my hand and the devil within my soul
I’d think it through like you’ve thought of me
And before you wake, I’d have said—
Adieu to this bed we spent our love
Adieu to those times we both felt our pulse
Adieu to the toys that I’d craved at Walmart
Adieu to the dreams of the cradle with little hearts
The dreams of a life that would never be
A life that was defined by only my dreams.
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