Why can't I erase the thought of you from my mind the way you erase the taste of me from your lips?
The feel of me from your vessel of a body that carries my pleasure
But you never did erase one thing
You didn't erase me from the back of your mind
I plague your dreams, as I am a virus giving you demented nightmares
A whisper in your ear getting louder in your sickening thoughts, making you go mad as if you'll never escape the way you said my name
If you want me gone that bad, then say it to a broken record that would be the last thing you want to give up because it can be replaced
But you take a man once living for the next day with high rises above to settle each obstacle with a must and you break him down like he was a cup so easy to drop in a dramatic way
That's a bunch of dismay
I was only just one guy who only had one heart containing only one life and you're so deviously maniacal to the way this works
Writing love on a napkin with a phone number to be sent to you but then gets ripped up to shreds
About the Creator
Love Dalius
A poet stuck on the moon. I post a new poem every two weeks of the month. I hope you enjoy the writing that I share with you.
twitter handle; @DaliusBeckjr
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