This is a follow on from my previous poem “Add Bliss” . Oh how wrong was I 😀 !!
Hoot. Hoot.
You can’t even give me two.
You emptied me out.
Gentle and slow.
I didn’t even know.
How could I ?
You’re a thief and sculpture.
Vulture.
Taking truth and shaping it so divine
I couldn’t help but pine..
Over you.
I’m over you.
I tell myself this silly tale
As tall as what you told me.
But I’m not as good at fibs
And all I can do is cringe.
Over and over at my pathetic need
For you to miss. Miss. Miss me.
Remember our kisses ?
They’ve all turned to hisses.
No bliss. No bliss. Just blood.
(C) Slumpless
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