A collection of poetry

How can I

let go

when I’ve yet

to hold you.

 

A year I’ve

waited

in patient lust.

 

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Fat or thin. I’m not picky.

Intelligent, funny, rude,

I embrace them all.

Some wear bright colours, liven up the room.

But the plain ones are just as exciting

to me.

 

I lay in bed; sometimes

lucky,

get to hold one of the many

in this world.

And once they satisfy me, we

fall

asleep together.

Morning. Always still next

to me.

 

But I can never settle

with just one.

Greedy, I love several

at once.

I cheat. Can’t

help myself.

There’s just too much excitement

meeting; sharing that

first glimpse. New

love.

 

Usually they don’t tell me who they’ve

been with.

In the past.

I don’t mind.

 

I lean in. Gentle touch. They

sit there, smile back.

I turn another page.

 

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Hand-stamped symbol of the cult.

It'll take days to scrub,

despite the sweat.

Tinnitus rings with

disappointment.

Another frequency gone.

My tongue feels

as dry as this bed.

And my spine.

I left it

twitching on the dancefloor.

 

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You talk.

I nod,

smile, try.

Don’t listen.

 

If I could escape.

Isolate.

My pain

would be over.

But I sit.

Nodding, pretending.

 

Later

Unable to feel.

Fingers down my throat.

 

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I am scared to

say

I still need you.

because what if,

it’s been too long,

what if

you don’t

speak

like you used to.

                      - Creativity.