Don't touch me like I'm yours.
Do you think I care
For your games of perfection?
Perhaps its reflection of myself
That makes me hate you.
Don't touch me like I'm yours.
Did you honestly believe
That I would parade for your friends,
Like its all ends and not means,
Be a "trophy" that you've won?
Here come the lies,
The apologies,
The hurried explanations.
Amazingly enough, I don't give a shit.
A contest entry
- image inspired - 4 hours by Cat.
500 points, ended January 18, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i love the title of this- it sets the tone- lol..not sure the fuck off works.. - but im not sure it doesnt.. thanks for entering
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thanks.
i wasnt sure about the fuck off either so thanks for the criticism - i'm now thinking about taking that out!
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My but you have moved on the style is well rehearsed but the wording is far superior.
Keep at it
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