women are evil, sensitive, hypocritcal cute little bastards
thats all i have to say to introduce this poem



The scar on my waist leads you around
In existential maneuvers

I say I’m not afraid
To bleed all over you

I tell you, now with my hand clasped over your mouth,
How I gave up half my life for us
And now I bleed from being torn

So, taste my tear-stained lips
As I hum,
Giving you a pleasant tingle
But maybe those are moans of agony
Whatever, you have to deal now

I agree!

I'm getting the hint of betrayal from this poem.
I like the image you put out. Good job.

yes we are evil. anyways your poems always engrosses me. i like it.

your poems suck. i hate it.

just kidding so bloody and violent. I LOVE IT.

Wow, I like it! Very detailed and creative, it sets images in your mind. Keep the good work!

wow thanks alot guys ^-^ your comments mean alot

mhmmm i know what your subconscious is thinking noww