How I Get Off

Take your time, to rip me open slowly.

I don’t mind,

I just don’t want to be alone.

 

Run that pretty little blade

all over my skin and

make the pain go away.

 

Talk down to me, talk dirty,

I won’t mind

on the outside.

 

Take some time, to clean up the mess.

We’ve made up.

No turning back.

You’re finally all mine.

 

Ignate that flame.

Burns run up my bones until

I can do nothing but cry

but there’s no place to hide,

 

because you are in every man I see,

every drop of blood I bleed.

Every chance I get to scream

my lungs give out.

 

I thought you were everything I’d need

Everything I aspired to be

Every time you clench your fists

I question my ways of getting off.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. I am open to honesty and critizism. If you review my poem I'll review one of yours.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

This is very . . . interesting, on so many levels. You could go so many different directions with this, not all of them above ground, too. A perfect mix of sexuality and morbid fascination with the essence of exposed flesh . . . there never is anything quite like opening up live flesh with a shining blade

[LacunaBadtz]

Thank you very much for the poem review :) I am happy you can see how this poem has diffferent meanings.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this is sad...i don't want to be alone and am willing to take your abuse just to have somebody...

lethal poem here..

the speaker even questioning herself...is this what i want to put up with to avoid being alone?
in some crazy, weird way she thinks she is his..when in reality, he owns her and can treat her anyway he wants knowing she will stay.

as i said..very sad.

[LacunaBadtz]

thank you very much for the thoughtful review :)