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The filthiest part
Is the way your eyes graze me
Like you want my soul
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The dirtiest part
Is how every seduction
Is just your control
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The naughtiest part
Is that deep down, I know you
Don’t care about me
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The most wretched part
Is the fact that I want this
Despite what I see
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The filthiest part
Is it’s my very fire
You want to destroy
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The most messed-up part
Is this longing is kindling
For your next sick ploy
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The dangerous part
Is that even though I will
Not let you succeed
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You’ll still give me scars
And one day down the line, those
Loose stitches will bleed
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This started as an entry for Jazzy’s filthy haiku challenge, and turned into something very different. I guess I needed some writing therapy today. (This is a memory, not a present experience).
Comments (5)
This was so relatable. I have been and still am in this situation. I know they don't care about me so I know I won't let them succeed despite me wanting it. But they still give me scars that will bleed. I'm so glad this is a memory of yours, not current experience!
I'm glad this is a memory & not your current situation. You expressed this so evocatively. I found it quite whelming. (In the American sense of "very".)
Ohh 👌🕊️✨🤍 the way you weave together the toxicity and lust… this is another brilliant poem Joelle! I agree with Kelli! The poetry gods are so aligned with you right now ❤️
Boy. You are on a roll. Great work
Brutal truth so eloquently shared. Know your worth, you’re priceless. 🥰