Stockholm
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Category : Poems
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When I submit to you,
I live on hands and knees
for weeks and months at a time,
Breathing and eating
For the chance to feel the warmth of desire.
In this moment, this anxiety is home,
A place of mythology, hope, and purpose
Without refined sugar sprinkled across paychecks
Or defined menus for a jaded appetite.
When I bend to you, I am yours to acquire
Or to cast aside--you have my power.
You never fail to come to me most
When I reclaimed passion, and in turn, strength--
When insecurities bend to my will.
When I submit to you,
I thirst for your love
For weeks and months at a time, or
maybe sooner,
You can't say.
Me? you'll soon forget.
You? I'll remember you every day.
