I could not say

Short skirts and lust

Excited by your invitation,

delighted by the imagination,

Gyrated, elated,

the feeling’s overly belated,

Overrated games,

with understated consequences,

Breaking down fences in seconds,

your heart beckons,

I reckon I’ve made a mistake;

I faked my own devotion,

A dirty love potion,

built on lies and lusted emotions,

“I hate you” and “I love you” in the same vein,

That look of disdain,

and pain in your words,

And the mentioning of me and her,

in seconds and thirds

Persons embraced, others disgraced,

and I am faced

With the fact that if a heart is not broken

there is no need to fix it,

So why am I standing here

with a needle and thread,

and stitches above my eye,

with blood on my shirt,

mixed with bad emotions and dirt,

All because I couldn’t keep my hands away from that skirt.

Reviews

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This is a very powerful statement here. I agree with the first reviewer, it's a dangerous mix. Your writing is amazing. The only change I would make (and i am guilty of this ALL the time) is not to start with 'and' two times in a row.

And stitches about my eye,
And Blood on my shirt

I'd say

And stitches above my eyes
With blood on my shirt

It helps it flow better.
But this poem is GREAT

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a vivid rhythmic ride along a wave that carries from lust to crush to the sharp end of consequence~

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lust and betrayal, a dangerous mix! this has a nice rhythm to it and the meter is a good pace..I liked what you did with it..nicely done

[Talkativeted]

Nice poem mate.