Haven’t laughed- Or forgiven- The shinning pussy- In between the womb and calamity- She gives it her all- But she wants my lust- Even if in my own disgust?- I caught no more a glimpse- Her darkness on the tips of her smirk- Wild eyed, and a curator for the journey- She looks in my eyes and realizes- My truth is attained- If she opens her wounds- I want her to know- I will not come back- If her disbelief is my relief- Then so be it- Then so be it- Come unhithered with your morning sickness- Wash me with the blood that caused you pain- I'd understand, cause maybe I don't know no other way-
Reason for writing:
To say the least...I've got problems ;).
Birth sign: Libra
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