Breathe
this vehemence is intruding
these eyes that are always brooding
far off, i recall the alluring landscape
the beauty that confines you keeps me awake
for the new fervor, i'll not revel
but I'm to the point i wouldn't care if you're devil
Second guess my predilection
How did I get your infection?
in you, i find perfect perfection
Don’t think i can hide my ********
Could this be just a phase?
Like my mother use to say?
Hands lightly scratching the paper
All the while, i'm stumbling through drunk lips and slurs
god, am i that sure?
From the way you have your pencil,
do you think you'd ever grasp my hand that close?
Is this coerced?
Some sort of Curse?
No time to rehearse
from seriously getting hurt
What’s it’s worth?
What’s the worse?
This is the worst, but it might have it’s worth
Too much ecstasy
You’ve made chaos out of me
My bones and flesh
Equally decay
Help me, breathe
I’m choking on your debris.
Copyright © Agony Aiane | Year Posted 2016
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