I've only been posting here for a couple of weeks, but have been reading stuff on these boards for a few years now. I figured maybe my writing is now somewhat worthy of gracing these boards and if it's not, don't hesitate to tell me, but be gentle, my gf and I just broke up, so my heart is a bit tender...
She looks past me
Sometimes I wonder if she’s blind.
Can’t she see what stands before her
Is she not artistically inclined?
So why is it then
So hard for her to find
The convolution that lies in me?
She touches me,
But her fingers only graze flesh.
What of that which lies beneath?
Does she not feel the death?
Can she not feel
The cold breath
That falls upon her neck?
She whispers to me,
But she hears not my replies.
She turns away from my pain
And buries herself between my thighs
Ever hopeful to drown out
The sounds of my demise
By eliciting ones of pleasure…
She holds me tightly,
But her embrace is halfhearted.
My sorrow surges with the knowledge
That she will soon be departed.
Leaving me to ponder
The emptiness imparted
By this lonely encounter.
~Sapphic
"Humanity is measured by the soul, not the flesh." ~ Layla