Stockholm
#1 of Poetry
A poem I wrote while dealing with a recent and painful situation. I still say it's embarrassing, but I'm being told it's good, so I thought I'd publish it.
I did not expect
to be taken the way I was
that night,
held captive by what
I had never yet known
I did not expect
to go so quickly, willingly,
hanging
on for dear life as
you stole--I gave--my heart
I did not expect
that heart to so quickly become
yours, yours
to do as you pleased
with, no longer my own
Yet even now, as
my cries go unheard, unanswered,
ringing
through the empty halls
while I lay bound, waiting
Yet even now, as
your blade plunges in once, again,
thrice now,
and that which I gave
slowly loses its life
Yet even now, as
I watch my blood drip from your fangs,
your name
gasping one last time
from between my cold lips
Something within me
still hopes
it at least tastes nice.