tear soaked lingerie

tear soaked lingerie

A Poem by Taylor Lane
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your touch was a weapon i used to punish myself

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his eyes study the curvature of your body as your clothes fall away
he becomes familiar with the feeling of your skin
your mouth adapts to the touch of his tongue
you pretend this makes you whole, closing your eyes and imagining deeper meaning
your body betrays you as it feels a pleasure, all the while your eyes fill with silent tears
never breathing his name, you hope he can become someone else
not that he really matters, he is a blank slate, a way to forget yourself
forget the words drowning in your head, he doesn’t know what they say so maybe neither will you
he doesn’t know your middle name, but he knows what makes you tick
he may know how to kiss you, but he doesn’t know you’re sick
but he cannot eve  catch it, there are no warning signs
something not contagious is diseases of the mind
he never saw the pain you felt, although he saw your scars
his hands lingered along your body, but he never touched your heart
you dreamt that this could make you whole, 
my skin shivers at your touch yet you have yet to stimulate my heart
with the lights off I hide within my thoughts
they drown me but you refuse to let me come up for air 
your lips kept me trapped in that moment in time
hours like minutes oh how did time fly
the best I could get or rather the best that I had
so unattainable yet in the palm of my hand
I would cry in my sleep but at least my bed was warm
the impression you left behind would greet me every morning
but the fool that I am, would hope to find you there
to kiss my forehead and say “hello my dear"
yet your dear I was not, your sometimes 
your when she’s out of town and you feel alone
she had your heart she had your home
but I had your bed at night and your lips on mine
I spend moths convincing myself that it was fine
Because I was hurting and I was broke
hurt by someone I thought was home
and into your arms I fell. against my judgement I knew full well
that it was wrong and you were bad
but every good boy let me go
I broke the law I broke my heart
and everyone knows of the mistakes I made
so my sheets in fire I set ablaze
to destroy every trace of you 
I bleach my lungs, my lips, my soul
to rid myself of all you did
because at the end of the day
you fucked me in more ways than one

© 2016 Taylor Lane


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Added on August 15, 2016
Last Updated on December 17, 2016