I gave him my power.
He was my childhood
and he left me,
a bag of rags, unloved
Inadequate.
I kiss his lips
a lost picture
I can’t love me
But I love his lies.
I have been through this before
I will survive
the shame of loving someone
who does not love me,
like my father.
He said he knew
what I needed.
I want to love,
I cannot love
I hallucinate that he
will ignite my longing,
but he is a predator.
Unhealthy lust pulls me in my groin,
The passion of dramatic lust.
Trembles me down to my toes
Hot, juicy and crazy
and that is the way
it is.
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