I see you,
I see what you’re doing darling,
What you’re intending,
The voracious hunger behind your pupils,
But not for me,
But for what I can provide,

You let the mask slip a pinch,
Your words were unsalted butter,
Melting into my hungry ears,
Sustaining yet unhealthy,
Offering that which you had no intention of giving,
An out-splayed hand snapped away,
Toying with me like a yoyo,

You’d ask me for this,
You’d request that,
You’d see me a husk,
Spent and emaciated,
And yet order a stone from atop Olympus,
A pearl from the Mariana trench,
It’d never be enough,

You used me,
But no more,
I see you now.

  1. Beautiful imagery. Love the skillful use of imagery in…unsalted butter, Mount Olympus, Marianas Trench. Awesomeness.

  2. drpassenger says:

    man, they say it’s never to late..ahahha.. beautiful flow of tragic feel… loved it.

  3. πŸ™ŒπŸ™ŒπŸ™Œ Love this one!! Imagery and emotion!!

  4. Carol anne says:

    Brilliant! ❀ ❀ really great!

  5. lol this sounds a little bit like my twin flame in a way 🀣, but I spose you’re talking ’bout your ex?

  6. Eli Gross says:

    Love knows no bounds, but people do

  7. Lovelyyyyy πŸ™‚πŸ–€πŸ–€

  8. πŸ˜πŸ˜‰ so cute ☺️πŸ₯°

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