The Nights We Shared

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Stuck wanting more with someone incapable of loving you because of their broken past, until the point where you end up hurting them too.

Submitted: August 26, 2015

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Thinking on the nights we shared,

Glasses of wine and intimate stares.

Your hands pressed between your legs,

Waiting patiently to be replaced.

My eager heart is racing,

My lips pressed against your face.

The pleasing warmth of glowing skin,

All the lies I told to get here.

Thinking hard on all my sins,

Energies flow from far within.

Trying hard to make this last,

Getting hotter with every touch.

Couldn’t fix your broken past,

But I could be your mindless fuck.

Something you could never do,

Well, yeah I could be so numb.

Pretending that the nights were full,

When they were cold, and so lonesome.

Yeah I was just pretending,

And you seemed so bizarre.

I thought that I could be your remedy,

Now I’m just another scar.


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