addict.

addicted to escape
yeah, I'll blame it on a rape
one that lasted too damn long
i guess it takes being weak
to know you're strong...

don't get me right
cuz I'm plain, a pussy, fucking wrong
seems everything i say and do
seems, like sand, through the hand,
it falls through...

to the point
of what, again, is the point?
some roll, a hay, some roll a joint
some grab a beer,
some drown in tears
me, i guess, i just live in fear
so sick of that,
so what's next is unclear

I'd kill to be pounded and pumped,
like the town
that was the gas station,
"the towne pump", smile, from frown

things seem so glamorous
when they're not my life, me
seems everything is better,
not embodied, in the embodiment
of me, all i see...

just an addict of him
he, an addict of her
she an addict of insult
and status, self worth..

what's money gonna do
at the end of a life
absolutely nothing,
but sure causes so much pain,
so much slavery and strife...

aah!, but wisdom, it comes
as all the bullshit, it goes
cash, the eternal pain in the ass
but with comes security, less sweat
"please don't ask"...

how i know this, how i don't
what I'll put up with,
what i won't...

a little affection and abuse
the right way, deadly combination
to my safe, my locked box within
that makes me feel, sweet fuck
salivate sensations...

the ones, like lick the ground
he walks on..
as he walks on me,
twisted, gets my rocks off

cuz warped and wounded
is what i do best
so he does me that way too
and now I'm addicted, i confess

but it's not what you think
more "sweetheart", less stink
up this place with garbage,
doesn't matter
all he says, was and is
moves me
to a place beyond shattered

beyond all the stupid things
that distraction does bring
focused, him, favorite one
lessens the sorrow,
enlightens the sting

on my lips, twice bitten
and my hips, not yet ridden
by his mount of a dangerous, divine
its only, somehow,
just a matter of time...

alive now more
than i ever could believe
inside incredible fascination
of what he might feel
of my give, his receive

some things, so strange
to be too easily understood, believed
all i know is, all i know
stripped and stolen,
still, the night, his retrieve

of all the knowledge, all the facts
all now silent, waiting
addicted
and all he has to do is take

dominion.

or if a gentleman,

ask.


bowen hart roselli
18 april 2020
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