Add Hiss

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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