Thrive

Do you remember when I walked away
From everything I must have been quite mad
The beautiful we had just died one day
And though the end was cold I can’t be sad
Do you remember how you could control
The fist in velvet glove caressed my neck
You filled me till I found I had a hole
And then I left what else would you expect
Do you remember you made me forget
You filled my veins with dirt and stopped my heart
We had some laughs I can’t say I regret
But had to stop before you’d truly start
You’re beautiful you’re dangerous can’t you see
You would thrive while slowly killing me

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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