Narcissists anonymous

Desperate for your mind to be intertwined with mine,

I writhe and thrash into your seductions.

By being intimate we are lying:

pretending to have reached a resolution

-when really all I can feel is acute stinging

of my body and emotions.

Without engaging your feelings,

all I feel is friction;

down: your sciroccian winds are rasping

my spirit and global expectations.

All the power games, belittling,

and condescension,

are dehydrating.

Dry and raw I feel exhaustion,

because I always end up submitting,

to your reduction:

of me to a body for fucking.

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◄ My telescope: Tommy

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Angel whisperer indigo child x

Tue 25th Jun 2019 14:21

very well written
amazing xx

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trevor homer

Mon 24th Jun 2019 15:25

Honesty is always the best policy for good poetry - if not for life. I like this. T

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Stu Buck

Mon 24th Jun 2019 14:44

this is excellent.

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