It's gone,
into the past,
out of the future.
All that's left for
me now
is one cheap fuck
after another.
A different bed,
a different man,
a new one every night.
A new scent,
a new embrace,
a new taste
of lips against
my skin,
already bruised
from other teeth.
Not lovable,
only fuckable.
Author notes
Kitsune Kyuuketsuki
based on this picture.
http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m295/bitbit1976/Whereismylove.jpg
A contest entry
- ABUSE - looking for poems to be published :) by DramaQueen469.
550 points, ended October 25, 2008, 58 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell the truth.
Comments
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Oh... absolutely heartbreaking. WELL DONE and thank you for entering.
~*~DramaQueen469~*~ -
this is so sad, but a trully excellent take on the prompt. i've seen that picture on a number of occasions before, and as an artist i couldn't help but appreciate the depth of its beuty. ur poem really connects with it. great work.


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I wish I could erase all for you ...
and give you a new life.

How sad I am to read of your pain on your Author's page. The tears I cry is real. Please take my words as tokens of myrrh for your wounds.
Love
Myra -
"It's gone, into the past, out of the future."
This part really drew me in. It made me think that there is more behind what is being said. You really captured the fear from the situation. Also I liked how you based it off of the picture. Amazing job.
-Anna




