how is it golden boy
that i allow you
with brutal tenderness
to touch
the very essence of me
wrapped around your fist
allowing bitterness
to drip from my lips
and you
exhaling sweet poison in my ears
telling me to breathe easy
while taking my breath away
how is it golden boy
that i bellow your praises
between gasps
and
you laugh
with false satisfaction
calmly casting your burdens down
across blurred eyes
as if i can't see
love
killing me softly
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