Five/ Russian RouletteA Poem by purplerayPlaying the game of life with a loaded gun.
The first was like a dream Raped in a nightmare of the back seat of a van
It was quick and messy With a boy who never figured out the trick to loving me The second was like a selfish love Raped in the delusional promise of commitment It was slow and passionate With a boy who broke trust in the name of faith The third was like forgotten standards Raped in the delusional hope of gaining freedom It was slow and passionless With a boy in the body of a man who was emotion less The fourth was like broken trust Fueled by alcohol and pot smoke It was quick but felt endless With a boy who had once made you feel fearless The fifth was like quick sand With a house of love built on it It was passionate and beautiful With a boy who turned inside out to show a soul senseless and pitiful ........ It seems I keep playing with loaded guns As if this Russian roulette owed me an endless chance. © 2016 purplerayAuthor's Note
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