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Sin and all of his friends
I have never known of love, but I have known of sin and all of his friends; and the lust that comes with them. I am so good at it, I am the best of them all, at pretending it does not hurt, knowing that someone would rather fuck me, than love me.
And maybe that is all I am good for, and how sad, that is.
That they could fuck me, spread my legs and sink into their little own piece of oblivion, but that they could not grow the spines to stick around, afterwards; that is perhaps, the saddest thing of all.
I have never known of a love, but I have known of the lust that comes with it, and the cold feeling afterwards, when the party is over and we go back to being strangers in a world full of strangers.
I am so good at it all, pretending I am fine and that it does not hurt, knowing that someone would rather fuck me, than love me.
I go back to my house, where everything stays the same, where the company is good and the liquor is cheap, and loneliness lies in my bed, waiting for me to shuffle towards him, with my red rimmed eyes.
Sometimes that is all I think I will ever amount to, the girl you can take home and sink into, and the girl you can become strangers with, who you avoid in the grocery stores and in public, but ravish the minute you come home to her.
The girl who you come to for advice, and the girl who is always the butt end of every office Christmas party joke.
I have never known of a great love, but I do know sin and all of his friends, and how often I welcome them all into my home, because it is better to them, to be desired than to not be wanted at all; even if that only means midnight meetups, and hushed whispers and avoided eye contact in public, because this is all anyone has ever told me I will ever have, right?
Come one, and Come all, Because I am the best of at it all, pretending that nothing hurts me anymore, that knowing he'd rather just fuck me, and not love me, does not hurt way deep down in my chest and stomach.
I am the best of them all, so come one, come all, sin and his friends;
You know where to find me always, where the company is good and the liquor is cheap, where strangers will always remain strangers, and where it is always night time
Where nothing ever changes, where everyday i lose another piece of myself, but hey, what's a few more, right?
And maybe that is all I am good for, and how sad, that is.
That they could fuck me, spread my legs and sink into their little own piece of oblivion, but that they could not grow the spines to stick around, afterwards; that is perhaps, the saddest thing of all.
I have never known of a love, but I have known of the lust that comes with it, and the cold feeling afterwards, when the party is over and we go back to being strangers in a world full of strangers.
I am so good at it all, pretending I am fine and that it does not hurt, knowing that someone would rather fuck me, than love me.
I go back to my house, where everything stays the same, where the company is good and the liquor is cheap, and loneliness lies in my bed, waiting for me to shuffle towards him, with my red rimmed eyes.
Sometimes that is all I think I will ever amount to, the girl you can take home and sink into, and the girl you can become strangers with, who you avoid in the grocery stores and in public, but ravish the minute you come home to her.
The girl who you come to for advice, and the girl who is always the butt end of every office Christmas party joke.
I have never known of a great love, but I do know sin and all of his friends, and how often I welcome them all into my home, because it is better to them, to be desired than to not be wanted at all; even if that only means midnight meetups, and hushed whispers and avoided eye contact in public, because this is all anyone has ever told me I will ever have, right?
Come one, and Come all, Because I am the best of at it all, pretending that nothing hurts me anymore, that knowing he'd rather just fuck me, and not love me, does not hurt way deep down in my chest and stomach.
I am the best of them all, so come one, come all, sin and his friends;
You know where to find me always, where the company is good and the liquor is cheap, where strangers will always remain strangers, and where it is always night time
Where nothing ever changes, where everyday i lose another piece of myself, but hey, what's a few more, right?
Published 1st Feb 2024
Author's Note
This was a project piece, for a creative writing slot.
All my love, Angel.
All my love, Angel.
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1st Feb 2024 11:25am
Your words flow beautifully. Your a very good writer. The darkness and sadness oozes out of your poetry.
3rd Feb 2024 2:18pm
Your pain touched me. Powerful poem. In this write your true beauty came through. Have a great WRITE day. Hugs and love, Oral
