Seemingly perfect
red lips dripping black
tar on my fingertips
fake smiles cover the room
like a painting;
a puzzle without the corner piece
I am the missing piece
I know your type
Giving affection
to anything with two legs
and a heartbeat
anything with lips;
proportional, supple breast.
Your taste lingers
in my mouth
water won’t wash down
the feelings that have sunk deep
deep in my skin
like a needle
I scream silence
wishing for completion
and a feeling of happiness
like a snowy winter morning
you come unrepentantly
drowning feelings and fake emotions
doctor, doctor
you’ll never heal me
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