Friday, March 27, 2015

Robi

you are innocence on a stick and i want
to devour you whole
to take your tongue and pull
unraveling your finite script of naïvete and
wonder to gorge myself on. you give me hope
and i steal away with it clutched in
scared, strong arms
you trip me on your philosophy
of self and world. in heart wrenching
you charm with gibberish and
i am going to drain you for
your drug
as soon
as i find the nerve for i am not a
villain, just a coward

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