Incy Wincy

Torpedo love bore holes in my comfortable life
Now I can’t remember how I ever enjoyed being alone
Torpedo love, blew away the cobwebs in my soul.
But there is still a spider. Incy. Wincy.
Ever so slowly. Ever so softly.
Torpedo love turned me to goo
But the arachnid is you.
Too late now for me. Too late.
I cannot move. I can feel its breath.
Torpedo love is made for death.
(C) Slumpless

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Wish

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I longed for you through inky night and harsh sunlight

I called on the stars to help me.

I summoned the winds to bring you near.

My every thought was spattered with you

Scattered by you.

Your effervescent tongue had awakened every nerve.

I felt flooded by your spirit

Engulfed by your soul.

And then it stopped.

I stopped.

And you called.

(c) Slumpless

Imperfect Creatures

I fought the fight

Then saw the light

In a million drops of rain

Each perfect and sharp

Each pointed at my heart.

You squandered this clown.

Your mean frown

Shows no pity for silly things

For imperfect creatures.

For uncertain features.

Oh to be you, so sure and  strong

So full of conviction with your pretentious diction.

You stand in the door , while desperate creatures like me

Try to see

Try to catch a glance

A second chance.

Am I out of chances friend?

Is this really the end?

Have I used them all up ?

Been a chance slut?

I suppose I have and this really is it

It’s a pity you turned out to be such a

Sh#t

(c) Slumpless

Masochist



And I forgot you
Or rather, my skin did
And that was what my mind needed too
To not need you.
There were no longer welts of desire on my breasts
It's all for the best
I suppose.
Who knows ? 
Me. I do. I knew.
I do feel lighter..brighter
And I wonder how I could have ever let myself become so weak?
Bleak.
Those languid, legs of yours
Draped over mine. Drinking wine.
As if you really wanted to own me
Phoney. Fake. Take. Take. Break.
I thought I was in control.
but I lost my soul
All the things that gave me joy
Abandoned for a boy. A toy. A thief.
Because you stole from me. You did.
Every last quid. Every piece of gold that made me bold.
Then you handed out crumbs to a starving heart.
Knowing I would play the part.
Dangle 
Trying to wrangle 
Food from your palms.
Morsels of loving goodness that I would lap up like a cat.
But there was no love. Just game.
I was another name.
Another crazy girl.
Because that's what you'll tell the next one
As I beg for you to keep me in your life.
You'll roll you eyes at her about how lame I am.
And she'll laugh a little.Nervously like I did.
She'll wonder.
Ponder. But only for a minute
Because you won't let her think. Not for a second.
You will smother her with your weighty arms
All those little love charms.
And by the time the truth hits her ears
There will be too many tears.
Anyway it all comes out in the end.
And that's when you run.
No more fun.
Not when we all see you for what you do..
Oh but the return to peace from pieces
Is worth the hiss. 
The calm bliss of a mind not tormented by a million questions
To which you shrugged. 
The worst part is that I thought I had no limits.
No quits. That I was the definition of a masochist.
I couldn't be a heroine ?
Addict. Addicted.
To you.
But suddenly it stopped. 
You dropped like a bag of stones. Bones.
Off my radar you went. When you had spent
me.
And I guess I'm glad.
Because I don't feel sad.
I feel nothing. Nothing.
I was after all. Nothing.
To you.
(c) Slumpless

Whino

I poured the last shred of myself into getting you back

Dredged the pit and found the last scrap of pride

Withered but worthy of words

Silence. Silence. Silence.

Now I feel absurd.

And I have to question this need for your presence.

This scramble to make you see.

Because when I have you it is not joy in my heart

But fear.

I am always waiting for you to cast your shadow on my face

For you to spit me out without swallowing.

A connoisseur of vintage whines.

Love me. Love me. Love me.

Ughhh I hate myself more than you could.

Better maybe to stay shut up.

Shut me out.

I think I would.

(C)Slumpless

Cheap Cheap

You break the heart of me my love

Cut the soul right out of its skin.

Over. Over.And over

I let you do it it.

This pulsing part on a plate

Sloshed about like a cheap stew

Made cheaper by me.

While I yearn for your expensive smile

The one that only comes out at night.

Me ? My teeth are always on display

Night. Day. I just give it away

As if it means nothing.

Talk is cheap but so is a smile.

And mine is free.

(C) Slumpless

Add Hiss

This is a follow on from my previous poem “Add Bliss” . Oh how wrong was I đŸ˜€ !!

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