She is the beauty to my beast
a fawn with the loud green eyes
that kill me, just a little.
It's worth it.
She stays white in the sun, and glows
her lips like blood against her skin
and I can't stay away,
where she waits for me to come back
and beg of her favor
Eden.
Every word is painful, every word is mythic
and perfect, from her.
Every glance is aflame, and her weight
on my chest, even in absence,
makes it hard to breathe.
She smokes my cigarettes
and sleeps with my past lovers
she puts me to shame
at my own damn game
and I love her,
It's worth it.
A contest entry
- diabla. by Dawliah.
900 points, ended July 24, 8 entries
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Comments
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I really enjoyed reading this, I can completely imagine this women lol I have met many, very good write, best of luck in the contest x
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This poem is so perfect for the prompt, masterfully written and so hurtful. An awesome write, I love it, I'm going to bookmark it if you don't mind. Good luck in the contest
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My gosh! Sounds like you are really hooked by line and sinker. You love her? Perhaps you enjoy the pain. Mysterious isn't it.
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