Leech

I drink in the sorrow you so blatantly thrust aside

For to me it is sweet, sweet ambrosia

The essence of my essence, that which fills me full

Sustaining me through the long, cold hours of the midnight depths

Sating my wicked appetites until the first light of dawn

I bathe in the misery you have so forcefully flushed out

For one such as I it is the fountain of youth

Renewing my tired soul in the wash of your despair

Cleansing my frigid, bitter heart of its own sad self-defeat

Invigorating my spirit through the tarnish of your own

But that which I treasure most are your terrible, awful regrets

Those succulent lamentations which plague you

Tearing off pieces of your mind so I may savor them

Collecting the melting drops of your soul to drink them at my leisure

Devouring your fractured whole bit by bit

  

Reviews

such powerful emotion. This is so sad really, the flow is wonderful. I can feel every emotion in this. [Nicely written}

[Holiday Sparkle]

Wonderful. Love this some much, reminds me of a emotional abusive relationship.

I get strong feelings while reading the poem, and your words are amazing.
Beauitful, yet sad. Thanks!