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Used, Abused... Loved, Needed

Poetry By: sineadmc1990

Twas from a wordbank, hence the crazy and pointless words (viz hillbilly)

Submitted:Sep 9, 2007    Reads: 144    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

you were my weirdo
it didn't matter to me
ivy was climbing
up the walls of our home
into the halls of hell

calls to the authorities
were as pointless as
a smart bimbo
you said i'm a winner
but the prize was simply
a ruler across the knuckles

lick me to death
smack me til i bleed
your feiry red lips
stuck to mine

a smile crept across
your cigarette stained face
such a strange, yet awesome
sight to see

grinding your hips
against mine as you
push me down onto the bed
"hillbilly, cityslicker"
i scream at the top of my lungs
but you are genius
and gag me quickly
well, dumbass
i can't give you what you want

isn't it interesting
that the most lousy idiots
are the ones who tie you tight
against a bed?

feeling lazy, you give in
lay next to me crooked
leave me bleeding everywhere
as you cut into me deeper

i'm no longer your honey
as you rip off my slip again
i can smell the liquor on your breath
you've been drinking beer again
do you ever stop?
wow, is all you can say
when you see my gothic underwear
do my net stockings please you?
or is it the black lipstick?
do you find me boring, my love?

the highlights of the day
have simply been our kill
so i'll pull the trigger
so you can't do this again
i want you dead, now leave me dying
with bloody sheets on the bed
i feel used, now you've abused me

in your presence i'm naked
you break my protective defences
and you peel off my clothes

i thought i loved you
i was mistaken


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