BulimiaA Poem by mantraGreedy GluttonsLet us play the game..Now. It's our time (NOW) I love you (for Now) You say you love me too. We meet at 2 am; 3 weeks straight (it's a record) Fever-flushed, hot, rough, and fast. I love you now..In this moment..I love you I even like you..I wonder why I hadn't (we haven't ) done this before. Why I hadn't had you here sooner. More for now, it's more I want. I want more..You want more..we take.. we steal..selfish fuckers.. taking whatever feels good, for how ever long it lasts.. I love it now.. I want it now.. In this moment..it's YOU I want... Two bull-shitters feeding each other the same s**t.. Hungry and skinny for way too long. Starving so much so..that we gobble up whatever is fed We slurp We gorge We devour Greedy Gluttons Used to being used..played the fool by past lovers We vow to be vindicated.. to get back all that was lost We play love..we lie..we feed We guzzle We gulp We stuff and cram whatever we can.. Now Obese and sick...we're forced to spit out and vomit all that we consumed © 2012 mantra |
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Added on January 8, 2012 Last Updated on January 8, 2012 Tags: bulimia, sick love, temporary broken |