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~Humiliating Innocence~

~Humiliating Innocence~

Those tears are meant to be shed over someone else,
So why are you wasting them on me?

A fabricated desire burned to ashes,
And brought to life,
By the signature of lust,
Eloquently engraved on the scroll of seduction.

Paralyzed,
By the dissolving tears,
Of the mourning fates.
As you watch a love you thought to be the rarity of,
A smile never stolen,
A heart never broken,
A trust never burned,
And a faith that never dies,
Rot,
Into an unutterably dishonorable, immobilizing fear,
Of an extracted savior whispering intoxicating justifications of an involuntary intrusion to a maliciously malevolent stickler of revenge held captive by reigns of torment and suffering and eternally bound to the veil of deceit and yearns for destruction with a abstract legacy and a starvation for the damned.

Leaving you interlaced by betrayal to immaterial pains.
Leaving your only escape in forcing you to pawn off every once abandoned hope and secret dream on a silver screen for death
and watch it wither away into dust.

I am going to be fine,
Why do you think that you left me so weak?
What?
Did your ego crush my spirit?

You thought I couldn't live without you,
Now you are gone,
And I am still breathing.

You made me think I needed you.
I am just fine without your hands,
Inventing unforgiving sensations in impermissable places.

I can live without you forcing your tongue down my throat,
Beating me until my flesh looks diseased and I'm lifeless from the agony of betrayl,
But yet in every way that counts I'm still in awe that you'd love me enough to show me a "womans place"
..Forgive me for not knowing

I don't miss you tying me up night after endless night,
Forcing me to love you like no one else ever did.

I don't miss trembling at thought of your return home from the bar every night,
Or the screaming,
Begging,
And pleading,
As those hands that once so delicately made love to my tender figure,
Held me at gun point never knowing if you were going to pull the trigger.

Beating the flesh you once used to desire to hold tightly within your teeth to a pulp, and desinigrating the love that built those once thought to be strong bones to dust and ashes of rage, regret, and fury.

Tell me, how could anyone miss that?

"Please, don't leave me..."
Is that what you were expecting me to beg you?
How can I ask myself to say that to someone I never even knew,
That was never really there.

You can't build a love based on expelled fragments a tormented soul,
And an unrelenting cowardice
And expect to go anywhere worth being.

Am I supposed to miss the growled "I love you's,
And the grunted apologies between the beatings?
The way you'd nurse me back to health,
Begging me to forgive you,
And then making me stare at my horrendously battered reflection.
Showing me what trying to love you caused you to do.
Like somehow I delivered myself into a unfathomable fate of indescribable anguish.

With a devastating desire,
I still yearn for your soft hesitance.
With humiliating innocence,
I nourish and breed a beauty,
That was nonexistent.

Wounded souls mourn their heartbreaking passion for torture and sorrow,
In the black vortex of hate you call your heart.

To have you penetrate my being,
With deep sorrowful breaths of desperation,
In invigorating moans and whimpers
As you fight to let go of a love you never truly knew,
And show me,
I'm just as weak as you are.

Because even though you branded your burdens in my soul and wound them mysteriously together with kisses of hopelessness delivered straight from those angelic lips,
No matter what it is you do to me,
You'll always be the one I run back to.
Always.

Written by xxuglyducklingxx

Published 6th September 2009 2:34am Read all poems by xxuglyducklingxx
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