Miserably Flawed

I want what I be not

So busy trying to fill the gap in which

Was left

It be not his fault

My spirit be mine and not his at all

I long for pleasure and happiness in who

has what I have not

making a name for myself which is irrefutable

need of intimacy

can be a down fall

I cave into whims which make me

Foolishly human

I wish I listened to the right voice

But I always push her back

When my urge is dire

It is unquenchable


And yet when the flame dwindles

I’m left swindled

Bamboozled in fact

Left feeling broken and empty

But I mask it so lovely

See that smile

Hear that laugh

The masquerade ball lasts but so long

elegant dresses fade

You lose a slipper or two

Hold me

I promise tonight you will leave with a part of me

Morals plead no

But flesh barks


Virgin by hymen

Whore by mind






by the writer




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