If my boy were ever given back to me
What would I do?
Give him peanut butter and sick-sweet whisky?
Sink my teeth into his throat because
He dared to ever disappear?
It isn't fair in the grand scheme of things like 'fairness'
I swear that it's not
My stolen cookie from the ash jar
(fucking thief, share with me)
It is very vague of me to assume anything,
But one thing I do wonder is:
Does he even realize he's missing?
I can't say, I can't say and
He's not talking
Author notes
This doesn't really feel 'done' to me, but it's good enough for posting here I guess.
On the off-chance any of you happen to remember me and want to read my fiction, I'm at LiveJournal. Link to my writing journal: http://demon-deception.livejournal.com/. Just be aware that the works in this journal are slash (m/m sex and such) so stay away if you're rampantly homophobic.
Also, 'Verse' in the title has nada to do with the actual poem.
Heh. I've very nearly forgotten how to do this. Hurrah?
Comments
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...the last line...i can't say...i can't...
maybe...
i can't say, i just cant...
and he's not talking
(mmmelipses) mugh i missed you. and what you have to say. you've nearly? i have...we can walk that busted ass dirt road together. love you. -
stalk
of course we remember you and yeah, what suzi said
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This one sinks into my heart like teeth.
I know this emotion, more than I would like to admit.
I miss you.
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this was very different. It was scary in the thought of very dark and in the underworld. For whatever reason, this was poetry in every sense of the word. great job and I look forward to more of your poetry.
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