never date a poetA Poem by Dana Alsamsami should take my own advice
in your poetry you wash beauty
over curvaceous female bodies, and guild their public transport depression with romantical addictions, hot messy hair and over sized clothing. you light their pain ridden eyes with moonlight and trick their loneliness into an impetuous love story. yet here i am right next to you, sitting beneath the weight of your arm around me: you trace your nails across my back and i feel it burn instead of caress you kiss me and bite my lip to draw blood instead of seduce you hold me tightly around the ribs to break instead of protect you look at me with sad eyes your poetic mind swirling and concaving behind your teeth, and i feel like the already dead and bloody carcass of roadkill being further torn apart and deformed by austere rubber tires against gravel. i wish you loved me like the characters that flow from the tip of your pen.
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StatsAuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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