I could sit and stare
For hours at an empty chair
Waiting for your touch
I’ve dreamt of that touch
The smooth caress along my
Thighs. The thin white lines
That show our story
Whispers of our broken past
You’ve penned into me
You’ve ruined me for
All the future men that see
Signs of my distress
They know I’m empty
And have nothing left to give
As I’m still waiting
For your silver kiss.
I know your kiss is poison
But still; I need it.
I need your frigid
Bite. The methodical cut
Burning peace at last
Every day I stare
At that stubbornly empty
Chair. I won’t give in.
I tell myself this
And hold you in my trembling
Fist. Just leave me be.
Go away, let me die.
Please release me from your cage.
I swear I will not.
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