Rum Punch

Hate is supposed to be a strong word
harsh and bitter and red
and it’s beautiful when it saunters in
as a smirking boy you want in your bed,
whose eyes mock you and the way you lie
with your pretty smile across the room
knowing all you want tonight
is someone to hate you just the way you do.
So he comes over all cruelty and no charm- that vicious boy,
he says he can’t be bothered when its you
and you hate his poisonous words
but  more than that you hate how you react to them
“like silk” you think.
He lets you know how hideous you are,
how unworthy of love, how impure.
And his kisses are the type you’ve never had before
bitter, gentle, sweet, wrong
and you want to claw out his mocking eyes
let him choke on his bitter words
so vicious, so true
but you lean into him and let him touch you
hoping he’d take you to bed
and his cruel eyes know that you’re slowly dying of the shame
so he leans in and kisses you all over again
knowing you’ll starve for his cruel words and gentle touch
even after the night is done.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Romantic Dominant
    Dec 21, 2012 @ 21:20:24

    Perfectly done

    Reply

  2. The Daydreamer
    Dec 23, 2012 @ 03:54:19

    It’s so funny how someone can melt our anger easily no matter what. Nice. 🙂

    Reply

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