Friday, November 29, 2019

nothing more nothing less

I've tasted
the absinthe of jealousy,

the bitterness of love gone
astray.

I've felt coursing
through my veins
the green
devil that takes over.

I've let my eyes
fill will blood over women

who don't deserve me,
who don't deserve anyone,
heartless
liars,
most of them, born
to betray,

but they built a home
in my heart.

planted a sick seed with charm.
it was just lust,
that
brought me to my knees.
that let them in.

it's not even love, not
even like,

it's something else entirely.
the passion was
just a primitive
need.

flesh upon flesh. nothing more,
nothing less.

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