You have me.

nothing ruins sex like guilt.

Crimson sorrow dripping down a mattress.
laid with clothes removed so carelessly.

your fingers caught in mine so carefully.

I feel your pain drip on to me.
gliding past scars, on some chosen path to infamy.

Let's never f**k again.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

That first line is awesome! And the contrast of carelessly and carefully worked very well. It's short, but when you can say a lot in a few words, all the rest is waste!

[...]

This is a perfect example of the perfect way to use the word "f**k"--to get the most...emphasis out of it. Ha.

And that is not the only reason this is really a great poem.

I love your stuff. :]

[Lady Lazarus.]

absolutelly incredible.
this is the kind of poem that is the true epitome of poetry
beautiful,sad and so so good.
great idea and would make an amazing song :)
shows the true feelings of sex and the true emotions in life.
perfect.
I adore it.

[Brittney]

this one is ok. but i like the other one better.

[~Haute*Cocoa~]

at the risk of giving an worthless review- all i can say is... WOW. talk about damn regret...

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really liked this. As much as I usually detest the imfamous f word, it adds a shock value to this poem. I thought it sounded very professional here in fact. I am seeing a black and white film with the words almost. Who needs the blood of another's pain?