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mockingbirds

 
your switchblade stare was deadly
penetrating my core...I cream
I was your cult groupie hanging on your every word

you knew I didn't want your love
I craved your hate
you had plenty of it to give
flinging whiskey insults intoxicating me
it was a thrill

the slut in me loved feeling dirty
you sullied my soul with mockingbirds
you mocked my very existence

an artist of debauchery you dealt in pain
too much and I'd run
not enough and I wouldn't feel the rush

sexy you wore midnight as your bitch
my nights dominated by you
my days owned

Sadistically you would withhold affections
cutting into my psyche
masturbating my mind
then pulling away

masochistic I enjoyed the torture of being denied
when I storm off in a huff
you knew I'd come back

I always did







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