The Kill

Fuck you and your lovely ghost of love 
Haunting me just when I fucking learnt to let go 
I fucking ache for your presence 
That low sexy thrum of your voice 
That devil may care loving in your eyes
That ghostly touch of unwilling passion
Burning through my defences
The warmth of your war 
Invading my senses 
We were only ever meant for hurting 
Striking each other with painful blows
I wish you never told me that senseless fucking word
Wish you never meant it at all
I wish you never tore me to shreds 
Wish you never made me whole
Locked me up in your heart,
And we never even kissed
Will it ever fucking end?
The thrill of you?
I'm so fucking lost with out you
My dearest lovely cunt

 
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Moonshadow's picture

fucking love it! SSMoothie!!!

fucking love it! SSMoothie!!! can I post this on my fb page?


Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow

PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

Very twisty and surprising.

Very twisty and surprising. :)

nightlight1220's picture

Thought maybe this can help

"Even the softest touch can speak volumes."

 

Thought maybe this can help come to an understanding and resolve:

 

http://www.etymonline.com/index.php?term=touch 

 

http://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/touch

 

I love the poem, you always mirror such strong emotion.

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "