a poem

[would_be_bard]

he was dressed up in
blood, gold and tears
broken Hearts worn as badges
matching a crushed rose corsage

seductive
were his Lips

and he speaks
all satin and velvet

And
when those eyes
match that smirk

and his hands
graze her hips
till

she's touching his neck
breathing
faster now
faster now

and he's taking off her pants
and she's begging him now
and he's making her want
and he's making her need

all Alone,
they touch in the shaded
contours
of skin touching skin

pressing further within
higher and higher and higher
when vision and touch and scent and
you
us
reach completion

when in this haze
delusional, yes
she could say she loved him, yes
and he would smile
thank you
thank
you

and she's the first
and she's the last
and she's one of many
and she's nothing

he's got everything
no piece of mind
so he's nothing

and he never meant to hurt
but he does
He hurts.
like the breaking of skin
committing of sin

he leaves
the morning after
the week after
the month, the year after

all the same
he was
never there.