Taste Of Skin Poem by Marijke McKinney

Talk to you
With such gratitude
You’re killing me
But it’s ok

I hate you so much
And I want you so badly
Pull away and say no
Breathe close and ask for more

I don’t deserve better
Your perfect for me
As you take advantage
Of all I’ve held dear

I wish I had control
But I swear I love you
There’s good down there
I’ve seen it before

The colors of your eyes
Are only a monster’s craving
For a taste of skin
Erase it before I remember