Saturday, October 31, 2015

I don't mind


I don't mind he's vomiting, 
while crawling upon me.


If just for a second, 
my string quivered,
"natures most, 
massive formation." 

I don't mind he's a lousy fuck,
promising heaven,
never to come. 


If just to pretend,
when drawing a black, 
rubbing spit upon my cunt. 


I even sympathized
the cardboard housing,
the mouth wash spirit.



I do mind, 
standing out here, 
all along again. 

Forgotten owe, 
too the universe, 
to witness 
and celebrate.

Remembered,
broke my promise, 
feel the smart.

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