A Rare Delicacy
by: Steven Flood
With cracked lips
I drank from you, parched
for the salty taste
of your tongue.
Thirst drove me
at first but then your eyes
became a delicacy, your lips
became the bottle I suckled
at for every ounce of life.
I ate through you
and left a heaping pile--
a broken down mess.
Soon you became the leftovers
in my garbage, waiting
for the next desperate bum.
posted by RPF @ 5:32 AM
Wreckless, out-of-control on the inside but still the image of control and happiness on the outside. I once was in love with an amazing person...I did something which started a chain reaction that then later left me broken and hopeless, wondering if the world is really this cruel...I had pure happiness in my arms and one immature, confused decision slowly tore him from my embrace. I'm left picking up the pieces and wandering the world looking for other pieces of my soul. Currently I am teaching other people in this world to better themselves and seek within them the power to do whatever they want, without limiting themselves because of the judgment of others. In other words, I'm as happy as can be, but I'm still incomplete and I believe this incompleteness will cause me to forever float with the wind until I find my anchor once again.
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