When I kiss him,
his knees buckled then dissolve.
I bruised him,
sucked poems into his skin
with my razor PEN teeth
And as I watched the words settle,
watch the wounds heal,
I kiss the spot
just to see the ripples
the venom from my lips create
I was just admiring harmless art work.
Taking cues from my own bodies cravings,
giving him the only things he desired.
And I love,
with a love you will never experience.
Dive into moments with no air ,
take breaths and let thick,
unyielding LIQUID fill up my lungs.
I have not been able to breathe correctly since I first time I fell for a man.
You fake orgasms while I fake good-byes.
Fake strength.
Fake the ability to look at a man and pass him by
as though the planets in his eyes weren’t enough to command my steps.
I am sun on earth,
my skin burns like fire,
boys should not play with fire,
and a fire can not control it burning once it has received oxygen
his breath on my neck has always seemed to fuel my flame.
They have tried to tame pure fire,
thought me a candle,
blew into my ear thinking it could blow me out.
I am an inferno,
there week attempts to control me have only fanned my flames.
I appreciate the coolness of their breath.
It is small yes,
but refreshing against this constant self incineration.
I did not ask for this constant smolder in my eyes,
fever in my touch
nor the heat waves the rhythm of my walk creates,
I do not reshape my footprints or watch them form.
The impression I left on you was unintentional but it was obvious my memory was consistently burning in your mind.
But I know they write the words “follow me” in the dust.
I did not ask for the laser beam gaze labeled “fuck me”
or this broken leaning smile that toys with them.
When I said “take me,”
what I really meant was “marry me.”
When I said, “kiss my neck,”
what I really meant was “love me.”
They take my words to literally.
They don’t weed out my words
from the words this world fed me the moment I was announced as girl.
Forbidden fruit hang from my chest
and I swear Adam tasted them first.
-Leave his soiled print on your body so you can show it as proof someone can possibly love you.
Forget that don't!
Forget that they never will.
Don't ever begin to realize no one will ever love you if you don't love yourself.
We snicker behind his back and call him Judas but you don't notice cause you're too busy hoping he'll kiss you.with your short skirts and flirtatious smiles you're tempting death. If that kiss crucified Jesus what makes you think you think you're any stronger, it won't be much longer. So keep hikin' up that skirt. Wear confidence like it's eye shadow and cake that shit on cause you know you need a lot.
*I don”t go trying to find these men
suckers seek me out
I think you were under the impression that I was someone you could take down. Honey, I am Poison Ivy’s long lost sister and Cruella’s distant cousin, call me Fleur D’evil. I have venom dripping from my lips, I wear the dog collars of men I’ve obtained around my wrist and you are just as easy to cease as they ever were. Forget-me-nots…
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