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It is only what it sounds and nothing more. The last time is always just the first.

A sort of sequel to "Lesser Things."


Submitted:Nov 8, 2007    Reads: 77    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


i am tearing at the seams of me

and i am being

pushed apart

and the force is sickening.

i am fighting the sliding up my throat

of nausea, of guilt

of the idea that there is more

that i am hiding from.

i am exposing the pieces of me

that make you weak

throat, breast, all the rest

that you could never quite deny.

and i

am for once so unforgiving

am for once so true to me

that it all comes down to you.

because i know the things you think

when you are faced with bare skin

and a love

and a need to sin.

do not believe the things they say

about how i am redeemable

about how i can be saved

because otherwise i am a waste.

your need will keep you up

at night and i am the silk

within the sheets you touch

the taste is bitter on your tongue.

you love it anyway, the way

i fight the human fight

and how i always lose

to the push of jeans and dreams

and things less loving

than the way you touch my hair and

the way you always stare

when i walk away.

because you know the last time

is really just the first.





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