Poetry – Almost Love

What is this Voodoo that you do,

Obsessive and possessive becomes me,

Debilitating and isolating – I’m in deep,

Stirring a hunger – primal and feral,

Mouth shut – legs open – unsatisfying imperil,

An almost love –

Where potential was devoured,

An almost love –

An almost with a coward…

 

MysticalMotherFucker

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