Poetry More Queens don’t complain PJ Jun 17 2022 - 1 min read 15 And to think that he loved me,Boy was I so wrong,Choosing himself over and over again,Did I not see that coming?Even when everything was so obvious!“Fire on Fire” he said!“Get on your knees” he said!How did I let myself go in so deep?I’m not a fool, that I know for sure,Just a hopeless girl in love!Knowing all too well my deepest desires, yetLust was the endgame for him.More love was what I needed,Not the erotic disaster that we had created. “Open wide baby,”“Please don’t be so dramatic,”“Queens don’t complain,” he preached daily. Returning every night to my metallic bed,Sleep always preceeded by a session of tears,Trying to make of what I had gotten myself into,Under the white satin sheets that tried to comfort me,Voices screaming in my head, all with my own voice.“What? Why? How?” Endless questions I try to decipher daily,Xylophone music always calms me down, or is it the saxophone? Yes! With all the booze in my head, I can’t tell the difference,Zigzag thoughts all become dissolved in the most peaceful sleep. Like Like Love Haha Wow Sad Angry 2 Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Did you enjoy this story? Then pay PJ a tip to subscribe to their email list and get premium, exclusive content from them Tip author Subscribe × × What do you think? Cancel reply
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