i just wonder
Felicity
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what do you think of this poem by my friend candice.she wrote it in college when her ex was trying to make her jealous or something-she wasn't sure.sad part-he was killed by electrocution in the bathtub last weekend.his cd player slipped in while he was putting in a cd.
september 1998
do you get some sort of
twisted satisfaction
flaunting yourself with her
right in front of me
do you need to shove the knife
as deep as you can
and then dig even more
to loosen all my entrails
do you have to whisper
and play around with her
when you are sure i'm looking
because i don't understand
to me that cheapens and negates
anything special there may be
even though you may want her
and weave your spell around her
she is ignorant of your evil
and thinks she has the upper hand
[because she owns what you want]
sitting there so prim
sipping her red wine
dark skin and bushy brows
you imagine her moistness
and what you will do
to have your way with her
even though afterwards
you will steal away into the night
joyous and free again
because no woman can even own you
no woman can ever hold you back
no woman can make you hers
except one
the one that stays in your mind
from morning until next morning
all through dreams and fantasies
only one
the one that never expected
or created obligations
but let you live as you wish
free to think or feel or be
the one that flowed with you
in your deepest wishes
the one that you declared love to
on the very first night
and she knew you meant each breath
and each kiss of 'i pray to GOD that you mean what you say to me darling'
do you find it necessary
to find out where i will be
so that you can bring her there
even if she's bored lifeless
do you have to show her to me
though it proves no point
except to hurt me more
and sure you'll fuck her but
do you ever think how funny
that really looks to me
because i know your demons
and the way it really is
fucking is fucking to you
it's just like taking a piss
only it feels better
and every lonely pussy
that accepts you in
you turn around and laugh at
because 'that was easy again'
you think it's clever
to be so immature
and without conscience
even though you fool yourself
into believing you have been
nothing but a gentleman
by candice d.
september 1998
do you get some sort of
twisted satisfaction
flaunting yourself with her
right in front of me
do you need to shove the knife
as deep as you can
and then dig even more
to loosen all my entrails
do you have to whisper
and play around with her
when you are sure i'm looking
because i don't understand
to me that cheapens and negates
anything special there may be
even though you may want her
and weave your spell around her
she is ignorant of your evil
and thinks she has the upper hand
[because she owns what you want]
sitting there so prim
sipping her red wine
dark skin and bushy brows
you imagine her moistness
and what you will do
to have your way with her
even though afterwards
you will steal away into the night
joyous and free again
because no woman can even own you
no woman can ever hold you back
no woman can make you hers
except one
the one that stays in your mind
from morning until next morning
all through dreams and fantasies
only one
the one that never expected
or created obligations
but let you live as you wish
free to think or feel or be
the one that flowed with you
in your deepest wishes
the one that you declared love to
on the very first night
and she knew you meant each breath
and each kiss of 'i pray to GOD that you mean what you say to me darling'
do you find it necessary
to find out where i will be
so that you can bring her there
even if she's bored lifeless
do you have to show her to me
though it proves no point
except to hurt me more
and sure you'll fuck her but
do you ever think how funny
that really looks to me
because i know your demons
and the way it really is
fucking is fucking to you
it's just like taking a piss
only it feels better
and every lonely pussy
that accepts you in
you turn around and laugh at
because 'that was easy again'
you think it's clever
to be so immature
and without conscience
even though you fool yourself
into believing you have been
nothing but a gentleman
by candice d.
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and the poem...
it's very much a pointing of the finger
direct and open
i like where candace gets bold at the end
six years have passed... i wonder what she has to say about him now?