Pull Strings My Love

I touch myself when I know you hurt,
Then beat myself black and blue
Until my blood bleeds a blistered yellow
And my backbone blindly claps for your sorry existence.

So cry me those prophetic tears,
Startle in your apathetic fears,
I’m dreaming of a world where you appease my sexual needs;
Show me how a real women feels.

Crawl your deplorable frame up those stairs,
Make me feel worthless and cheap,
Kill me in my beauty sleep.

I am the deity, you are my porcelain,
I am the martyr, you are my follower.

It’s arousing.
The endless power, that I,
Hold over your fickle skeleton.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Zachary Cyrick Addams N..]

Abstract and nicely penned yet clearly understood.

[Steph K]

This is yummy. The darkness in it, entices and yet leaves it open to the audiences' interpretation. The simple pleasures and pains of love all wrapped into one. Beautiful.

[Chesney W.]

nice work. a great write. keep on writing. Please:)
-Chesney Chey(:

[Pratik]

A dark poem that reflects upon the possessiveness in relationships. It has a mad and mercurial touch to it. It talks of fleeting emotions that are in a state of pendulum motions; there are moments where the person hurts himself when he hurts his love and moments where the person talks about owning her. A well written poem.