Sentimental Slut

 I refuse to spread my love   
around,   
unprotected--   
'cos sometimes diseases disguise   
themseves as   
  
love; unrequited   
throbbing erratically   
like my over caffeinated   
heart   
  
as it lingers  
through the dense veins   
aching--   
in between my thighs,   
  
begging--   
to be trampled   
and crushed, hard   
by your mechanical   
bending   
and arching   

but I'd rather go mad,   
than to give you   
my everything   
  
only to see you   
wash it all away   
with a smirk on your lips   
and that smug look   
in those big brown eyes,   
as if they're saying...   

"I don't need you anymore-- 
you, nasty slut!"   
  
as I blankly watch   
all those stale love stains   
(that I work hard for...)   
swirl away   
down the dirty drain   
  
while yours, I cradle
inside of my womb   
rotting,  
becoming another   
ugly filling  
  
inside the void of my heart...