dont whisper to me what you want. i know its me.
im sorry. dont say it now.
we both deserve the world, what are we doing here.
together, or not. i know you want me. im sorry.
flattery. your strong suit. wear your strong suit. flatter me.
more. less. much less. kill me. gently. you want to.
use your words. write them for me. serenade me.
i cant tell you what i want. rather, i dont want to. you know.
to dance, and spin. to cry, and love. twirl me, my ballroom dancer.
you deserve the world, much more. i wish i could give it to you myself.
come. please. god, please come. rapture me. end this plague of self i suffer.
About the Creator
Ziggy Rey
three eyes open.
I'm sorry for fighting for us
I'm sorry I loved you so fiercely, I bled crimson on your floors, rage like caustic acid rain in my mouth. I'm sorry my words, like a tempest, disintegrated everything you toiled to build, towering skyscrapers of emptiness looming over our bed as I clasped your hand. I'm sorry for annihilating all that never existed, and in truth, I'm sorry for endeavoring to create. I'm sorry for striving to flourish, I'm sorry for seeking to harvest the fruits of my labor. I'm sorry for being arduous, a burden for you, a mere tick on your to-do list, a wearisome task.
By Souluminosity7 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
Stop grieving and go for it!