untitled love
The feeling against my skin was unbearable
The feelings of thousands being ripped from my body in the name of love? It was pathetic. The feeling, My soul, my desires were all pathetic. simply explaining to why I would go so low, Such a disgusting powerful decision for nothing other than my own selfish desires.
The feeling against my skin was Enthralling.
I mean what else would you call it?
It was a pure feeling, pleasurable, all for love.
Pure devotion, Pure sin and desire clashing into one disgusting mess that laid upon my body, mocking me with the eyes of thousands.
This feeling couldn't ever control me more than anyone else could.
This feeling was the truth.
I could feel everything just ten times more.
My eyes were hazy, my brain in a never ending fog.
It might've been due to the closeness of death
But my brain told me to run, My body wanted more.
More is all you could ever want after all, Nobody says in the same straight line throughout life do they?
I stared at the disgusting mass of flesh I owned, staring at all the names in my skin, all the cuts from small rocks, all the bruises from dumb moments and truly realized what I was doing.
I wouldn't go back, not even if I was forced.
The feeling of truth resides in my eyes, my soul, my everything.
True devotion to love breaks all in its extremes, but brings together those in its smallest forms, like the smell of pure vanilla.
The metallic scent screamed throughout the entire room, my body a disgusting mess, unforgivable and unforgiving sins adorned my skin like an awful ornament on display for all.
Why couldn't I form my love into true solidarity like everyone else?
Copyright © Meadow Womack | Year Posted 2024
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