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Crawling Over Broken Glass
She’s all kinds of fucked up, telling me we’ll run off to Vegas
for a show girl wedding. And I’m her latest fixation;
a temporary fixture in the wall to pin pretty things to
when life gets too hard to look at
While she’s riding the buzz on top of the buzz
after the low she’s just done an accidental upper from
and it’s never just cruising; it’s never just, hey
and it never helps that I have all the right words
While I’m pretending she doesn’t turn me on
with all her fucked-up-ness, and I promise I’ve never wondered
what it would feel like for her to slam me against a wall
so hard I can feel it in my bones radiating out from my…
And I swear I’ve never pondered on her lips, or how desperately
I want to taste them mingled with the blood
of our overwhelming passion, with talk so dirty, I can barely
allow myself to think it…shh!
And I want not to want to make love so slowly
I scream with frustration at the tease I’m begging her not to stop
while my vision blurs and maybe if I’m lucky
I’ll pass out with pleasure and taste what heaven is meant to taste like
Oh glorious self destruction don’t let me love, don’t let me feel
the beating of my own heart, when I want the illusion
that this could never be more than a beautiful obsession
to be crushed as easily as a butterfly’s wings
While she’s telling me I’m the best kind of fucked up
and I want to feel her body crushing against mine so hard
I can’t breathe for wanting, while I let her smack me around
like the little masochistic bitch I am, though don’t want to admit to being
And I hate that she knows me, and that she could send me to hell
and have me begging for more, before I bail out the window
only to crawl back in over the broken glass, telling her to love me
like she’s never loved anyone before…
© Indie Adams 2012
for a show girl wedding. And I’m her latest fixation;
a temporary fixture in the wall to pin pretty things to
when life gets too hard to look at
While she’s riding the buzz on top of the buzz
after the low she’s just done an accidental upper from
and it’s never just cruising; it’s never just, hey
and it never helps that I have all the right words
While I’m pretending she doesn’t turn me on
with all her fucked-up-ness, and I promise I’ve never wondered
what it would feel like for her to slam me against a wall
so hard I can feel it in my bones radiating out from my…
And I swear I’ve never pondered on her lips, or how desperately
I want to taste them mingled with the blood
of our overwhelming passion, with talk so dirty, I can barely
allow myself to think it…shh!
And I want not to want to make love so slowly
I scream with frustration at the tease I’m begging her not to stop
while my vision blurs and maybe if I’m lucky
I’ll pass out with pleasure and taste what heaven is meant to taste like
Oh glorious self destruction don’t let me love, don’t let me feel
the beating of my own heart, when I want the illusion
that this could never be more than a beautiful obsession
to be crushed as easily as a butterfly’s wings
While she’s telling me I’m the best kind of fucked up
and I want to feel her body crushing against mine so hard
I can’t breathe for wanting, while I let her smack me around
like the little masochistic bitch I am, though don’t want to admit to being
And I hate that she knows me, and that she could send me to hell
and have me begging for more, before I bail out the window
only to crawl back in over the broken glass, telling her to love me
like she’s never loved anyone before…
© Indie Adams 2012
Published 23rd Mar 2012
| Edited 2nd Jun 2012
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23rd Mar 2012 10:18am
You write so well... Every poem you've written that I've read is poignant and heart rending.
LadyLoss
LadyLoss
23rd Mar 2012 10:29am
Thank you Lady Loss for your kind words. Not to be cliched, but I try and write from the heart, both beauty and darkness reside there.
24th Mar 2012 9:28pm
magnificent work...deeply moving. you describeds the plight many of us go through whe we are trying not to love the darkness inside of us...thats what connects us to others that we get deeply attracted to.
Great Read!
Great Read!
25th Mar 2012 00:55am
Thank you Firebyrd. It's the darkness that has us falling all over ourselves to be near them, then running the other way... in a cycle to be understood and loved, while the odds are that they may be all wrong for us anyway, regardless of that connection.
