Musings of Former Teenage Prostitue
Shades Of Love
Three Shades of Love
Two poems, based on the “S/he loves me, S/he loves me not” vein of things. The first in mine (Aloysha), the ane see second belongs to my friend Ian, the third to my friend Dmitri. His boyfriend left for for a chick…he’s still bitter. Obviously. And yes, Obsession was easier for Ian to pen than Infatuation. He claims to have never been infatuated, but frequently obsessed.
Freak
I think
You’re a freak
Yet you Love Me
You love my scars
And my less that pure
Ways
My bad attitude, my drugs, my blood
And you’d kiss it all away
And I think I might kill you
Just by being with you
Perhaps you should
Love Me Not
Daisy Fresh
Infatuation is sweet like
Corn syrup
And soft like baby’s skin
New like a sunrise
Fresh like a Daisy
Love Me, Love me Not
Obsession is like sticky candy
Left to melt on the counter
Bittersweet
On the rough plane of your tongue
Red bubbling over pink likes
So coppery sweet
Love me, Love meI’llI’ll die
Love Me
He loves me
And kisses me gently
Loves me with each touch
Moves with me in the starlight
And we wait
A lovers embrace
Yet he loves me not
Jerks me around
Utterly inside out and upside down
Crush my heart
Tear me Apart
Make me burn
Will I never learn
Love Me, Love not
You I can’t forget about