Free

If you were free

Would you still choose me ?

If you were taken

Would you use and abuse me ?

Would you tell me I’m beautiful

And special. Just to confuse me ?

Come on, you can tell me

Amuse me.

I already know that you take vows loosely

I know you’re lying

And that you do so profusely.

Lie to me.

Ride for me.

Die for me.

Sweet nothings feel so good.

Why won’t you live for me ?

Give to me ?

What more do I have to do ?

I’m tired of begging for love from you.

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No Regrets by Justina Clear

My feet are stained with the dirt of the bedroom floors I dance across

My lips are chapped, peeling and healing from the wet kiss of my lover

Lovers I regret nothing

No one

Method acting in every new space

Like I’ve never given my heart away

Like I’m offering it up for him to take

Then I get dressed I look at him like I’ll never be the same

Because that is the case

The ghost of paramours haunt me

I’ll never be the same

And that I wouldn’t change


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