Can someone please read/critique my poem?
They lie to you
books, movies, music
about love at first sight
because lust gets in the way
touch kiss caress
then leave.
there IS no point
a dream:
fleeting
temporary
surreal
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I. Don’t.
gasp
Do. This.
but i did.
and dreams don’t leave you numb
insensitive. confused. miserable.
and dreams
they fly away
as soon as you choose to remember them
your kiss:
fleeting
temporary
surreal
passionate
wild
painful..
teasing..
slow..
soft..
STOP.
You used me.
I used you.
We’re fucked.
Now what?
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