a passing press of bruising hands
the whimper as each word is stressed
the ever insistent need builds aching
close and surfacing, clawing incessant
unconscious clinging as teeth sink in
slowly scooping away bites of freshly bleeding
flesh torn and broken slowly dying if only today
it would perish under brutal fists and will taken
this is love done with brutality
an addiction to a sense of being a worthless one
a need to be held in constricting arms tensed
with a righteous hatred of what they are holding
the wanton fear of being bleed and the desire
to be told just how okay you are.
A strange jolt as consciousness is achieved
slight gasps and pants with sighing long hearted
groans of complaint and ecstasy passing ghost bruised lips
Author notes
be brutal
I want you to.
wrarw!™
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DEAP
Deep i hope this didnt happend to you. Its like really good though. I thought your happy name would mean happy poems. lol. good write
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haha the name confuses all
most of what I write is about me so... yeah
thanks for comment
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Looooong title, like... way long, shorten it? But hey -shrugs- we're looking at the content, not the banner you fly above it =oD. It at times, honestly made very little sense, well if you're looking at the words not the emotion behind it, the emotion makes perfect sense. It made me cry a little if I'm honest because I AM just that sad. Yay you, write more, think of better titles though!
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The titel was a bit long, but It did attract attention. "the wanton fear of being bleed and the desireto be told just how okay you are." I like the frist line, but the seconed I think you could of changed a littel bit. "a passing press of bruising hands the whimper as each word is stressed
the ever insistent need builds aching
close and surfacing, clawing incessant" was a great hook on begging this wonderful poem. Great Job!
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