When his lips touched mine, I thought Chloroform;
my eyes begun to spin and from then, until break point
I was lost in a world of choked vocals and viral dreams.
He spirited me away on some leftover melody
and sung me to sleep with some melancholy song by The Streets.
I'd rock back and forth, like a little lost clock - ticking by,
not knowing where my hands were supposed to be.
I inhaled the toxic fumes of obsession,
as he fed me the poison he knew I couldn't breathe out,
until he finally let his grip go [where I tumbled down hill].
He was oxygen - truth was the poison,
so naturally I needed him more.
When he let go, I ran for a moment and turned back,
but in the shadowed darkness his frame was gone.
Just the toxic aftertaste of sultry lips, I lingered long
down lanes of consciousness, questioning myself -
but every once in a while, his chemical inducing hands would reappear
and I'd beg them to let me fall.
Now I realise, I'm more afraid of never feeling intoxicated; losing that feeling of euphoric doom,
where I was everything of a doll and controlled by you.
When it's someone else you grab it burns and marks me like Iodine,
this time your hands are gentle and pleasing and I want that more than intoxicating,
but I'm no different to her, just a little older.
Just a little wiser.
Just a little more -
I'm nothing anymore to you, so I'll let shadows steal my soul
and pray one day you decide to save me from the spirit world.
[It's only you who could save me, just like it was only I who saved you.]
Author notes
Prompt - Acidic Love
&I know the truth can only save me for so long, but I'll try my very best to move on
but I wont right now.
About Karl.
I hate him... But God do I love him.
He broke me completely, now he's broke his ex who is 15 and he is 22...
I hate him, but he could be just so nice, just like she said.
Why did he have to make it like this? Why couldn't he have accepted my help? Why couldn't he have been the great guy I knew he could've been?
WHY DIDNT HE TRY!
The worst is, he slags me off and all this lot and I don't know why, I never done a thing to him. I waited for him to return from hospital, I was in tears. I tried to change his dirty ways. I believed in him and why does he treat me this way? I truly did love him and have tried to kill myself several times because of him and I'm rarely like this.
I hate this. I hate that I still linger on him and it angers me that he was so gentle to her... How could he make love to her when I used to be all he wanted to make love to? How can he make love to her when... Okay, I made love to Stuey but that wasn't straight away and I guess I felt I had a right to hurt him as he hurt me and I know it's wrong. But I hoped, I just had this selfish want, that he would only ever need or want me.
I know I shouldn't wish for him, as he's the worst for me. But I can't help it.
I feel so ashamed saying these things but they needed to come out and will probably be easier to deal with. Thanks for listening. I know it's crap, so sue me.
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really like this...well done..good luck
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I also love the use of your words honey awesome HUgss Angel♥
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