love poetry, poetry, spilled ink, Writing

kryptonite

He crawls under her skin.
he does not care enough so she thinks, negative vibes sink in her mind
as her chest constricts body as she fights her tears
she has no purpose in his life aside from the sexual
useless, un-datable
his nothingness causes frustration as curiosity builds up inside her
anticipating one day she’ll burst
to reveal what she’s been concealing this whole time to be disregarded by him mentally
because all he wants is her body
not her mind
not her heart
instead he fucks her as if she is a slut
but when they lay
he caresses her body sometimes
and they make each other laugh sometimes
he gives her the warmest hugs
and looks at her a little longer than he should
sometimes
she wonders if he thinks about her
maybe something will bloom one day
because she can’t seem to stay away…

 

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