Watching Me
Why do you insist upon watching me?
Are you checking for signs of misery?
Teardrops, frowns, anxiety,
Or tiny cuts, so deep they bleed.
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Looking for cracks that might appear,
Those silver lines trailing lukewarm tears,
Erupting from my deepest fear,
Born from lust so raw and rare.
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Your innocent eyes so questioning,
What made you think that I don’t weep?
As broken souls ache so painlessly,
And hearts will break but will not bleed.
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I just don’t think you realise,
You’ve tied me up with knots so tight,
Cutting me into pieces every night,
Dividing my passion until the light.
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How I wish you’ll cut me loose,
To make as one what is now deuce,
Dissecting this ritualistic ruse,
Submerge ourselves into the truth.
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This is what I want you to see,
My soul full to the brim with sympathy,
Yearning for our mutual ecstasy,
Creating our own destinies.
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(c) 2016 PJ Bayliss
Exquisite
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