Treasure Island

B.. Alexander


Affairs


I am wanting the broken meaning
I crave the hateful lust of fear
Affairs...are all I know

This friendship is unreal until
I push it to it's very limit
She may be yours
You may be his
But I will cut this trust
Affairs...are all I know

Oh, come over with no expectation
No toothbrush, no prior understanding
Then wake up here tomorrow
Affairs...are all I know

I actively seek the tormented tears
The hollow satisfaction of numb shudders
With flesh I shouldn't see, let alone touch
I've been damaged this way for years
Affairs...are all I know
Affairs...are all there is

(2009)

Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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  • fleur de lys (6/12/2010 4:17:00 AM)

    Strong poem, the repetition works particularly well in conveying the corrosive effect of self hate. (Report) Reply

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