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Might As Well Get This Out
Before it burrows itself into my cells.
It was all so filthy,
all the time.
Every hug from behind,
or kiss on my lips.
Every time our lips touched, I could feel you
kissing someone else.
I have never felt more like a machine than I did that evening
on that mattress,
on that floor,
in that room,
under those sheets,
by that window,
underneath that ceiling,
next to
you.
I hate not being clothed,
but you made me lie bare anyways.
I was so cold.
It was systemic-
starting in my heart,
seething through my veins..
it lasted the whole night.
I was all but two inches away from you,
but I couldn’t have been farther.
From you,
myself,
God.
I became a machine that night.
I read you well.
You showed me what you wanted.
And I endlessly gave.
Will I ever grow enough heart to say, “No”?
But I still thought it would be ok,
I thought that would make me feel better.
Anything to prove I could be just as much of a man as
the sad excuse for m[/font]en in my life.[/font]
It was all so filthy,
all the time.
Every hug from behind,
or kiss on my lips.
Every time our lips touched, I could feel you
kissing someone else.
I have never felt more like a machine than I did that evening
on that mattress,
on that floor,
in that room,
under those sheets,
by that window,
underneath that ceiling,
next to
you.
I hate not being clothed,
but you made me lie bare anyways.
I was so cold.
It was systemic-
starting in my heart,
seething through my veins..
it lasted the whole night.
I was all but two inches away from you,
but I couldn’t have been farther.
From you,
myself,
God.
I became a machine that night.
I read you well.
You showed me what you wanted.
And I endlessly gave.
Will I ever grow enough heart to say, “No”?
But I still thought it would be ok,
I thought that would make me feel better.
Anything to prove I could be just as much of a man as
the sad excuse for m[/font]en in my life.[/font]
Published 23rd Jan 2013
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23rd Jan 2013 5:25am
This to me is what poetry is about, i felt very voyeristic while reading this, and i could feel the things you described. Thanks
23rd Jan 2013 2:08pm
23rd Jan 2013 2:08pm
Anonymous
23rd Jan 2013 7:10pm
[Before it burrows itself into my cells..]
Incredible opening line.
Was a "must read" from the start. I've read this through 3x now and as badly as I want to pick out something specific, the WHOLE thing just blows me away. Each line flows perfectly with the one before and after. This is a memory, a feeling, a failure.. felt it!
Welcome to the site!
Incredible opening line.
Was a "must read" from the start. I've read this through 3x now and as badly as I want to pick out something specific, the WHOLE thing just blows me away. Each line flows perfectly with the one before and after. This is a memory, a feeling, a failure.. felt it!
Welcome to the site!
