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| image courtesy of mobius faith |
Feel the rush through your veins
Baby, you live to score
You’ve gotten your hit
Now you love me much more
You’re sweeter than Karo
When you swear that you’ll quit
But you get off on guilt
That’s some really sick shit
My apartment is filled
With your gifts of remorse
You say it’s because of
Your parents’ divorce
Your puppy dog eyes
They beg me to stay
But you are an addict
And we end up this way
You get off on guilt
You get high from regret
You keep messin’ up
And it’s not over yet
I won’t sell my soul
On your street any more
Confess your transgressions
To a priest or some whore
You get off on guilt
Such a sin devotee
I’m done dealin’ forgiveness
Your fixes for free
You get off on guilt
Stay away from my door
‘Cause you’re not gonna use me
To get yourself off any more.
8 comments:
What a line, "Such a sin devotee"
Powerful allusions in this poem. Well done. Love your take on this image.
Wow. These two prompts certainly played off one another quite well! Powerful and vivid!
whoosh, this is a punch. sweeter than corn syrup? really???? ;)
ugh that is some really sick shit....guilt sucks big time....yep not one to get caught up in as her dealer....really like the rhythm of your words in this...
sorry i am late...been out all afternoon delivering my boys to gramma...
WOW! This resonates on just about every level that exists!!!!
Brian,
You crack me up! I just posted it today, and you apologize for being "late!" I really do think there are more than one of you!
that's so tough if one finds all the excuses and then messes up again and again...good to give them a clear line cause i think otherwise it's just going on and on..
damn, girl! you tell him!
♥
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