@ptica Thanks for the upvote, here’s one of mine:

FAITHFUL ONE

Am I the only faithful one?
Perhaps you feel that you are too
We all are faithful in our way
And in our way, we all are true

So who am I to resent you
For having much more common sense
In all your crazy senselessness
Than to think of me as past and gone

In me it is a kind of madness
If you tied me to a tree
I’d spring roots with such a fierceness
You would think me evergreen

And if you tied me to a wall
I’d beat myself against it blind
And beg to seep into the cracks
Like oil and never more be seen

I am Hachiko, the Dog
Who waited for his master at the gate
Everyone admired him endlessly
But no one took him home

Tell your friends you miss him, don’t talk about me now,
Don’t tell them how you kissed me, back when he was around,
Tell them how lonely you are, but don’t mention me.
Don’t mention me.

Don’t say a word about me, don’t say a word baby.
I feel you, you don’t have to say a word.

Tell them you think about him, every day,
Tell them you cry for him, every day,
Tell them you dream about him, every day,
Tell them you can not live without him, yeah tell them that.

Don’t say how you need me now,
Don’t say how you want me now,
Don’t do it.
They don’t need to hear it, they know it.
I know it.

I wish I can feel again, those were the days,
Feeling it and showing it, I used to love it.

Now only thing she can see is my erection,
She confuses it with love.

I’m fucking her without condom on,
She confuses it with trust.

I don’t love them, I don’t trust them,
But I never hate.

Can anyone relate?

Yin and Yang we are my friend
I may not ever go to bed again
Too dangerous, because sweet cock
Is like an arrow to my heart

Have pity on us women please
For we are made so differently
It is the universe’s cruelest joke

She looks perfect, but I know her past,
Scared of falling for her, but that ass.

Now she in my head, now she is in my dreams.
Now she gives me head, now she is in my bed,
In my dreams.

And it seems like I could never lover her,
And I’m glad I only want to fuck her.

So I’m giving her that dick hard,
I’m slapping on that ass hard,
I’m pulling on her hair hard,
I’m cumming on her face hard.

And I just wish she wasn’t that easy.

Everything changed,
But we are still the same,
You are still afraid of love,
And I still don’t care.

She was here, she want me,
And where are you?

I want her too, but I need you,
Why do I need you?

I wish I cared enough to find real answer,
For now I’m good with, I want to fuck you,
I’m good with that, I’m good with that.

That is what I want, so that is what I will do.
You sent me your number, I know you want that too.

So now I’m texting, I don’t know if I should:
“meet me tomorrow, I’ll fuck you good”.

I’m close, I’m so close,
So close to you, you hair smelling like roses.

I’m looking in your eyes and I see myself.
Is that me?

I’m so far from myself but you make me stay close to you.
Do you see it?
Can you see it?

“hair smelling like roses” – why roses?

I’ve never thought roses smelled particularly good, and they’re absolutely the most cliche flower to use. I’m a fan of Germanium myself, but I think that’s considered a manly scent for some reason. Tulips are always a safe bet, and Poppoes are pretty cool (and no that’s not just my Plath love, @stephen_j_p , when I’ve actual bought flowers for girls before I know about Plath I always went with tulips or poppies).

As for the second stanza – I’m pretty confused. Do you see a reflection of yourself through the eyes of the other person, or are you hitting on yourself, or what?

@ptica3

http://lit.genius.com/4182797

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And then I fucked her
Again.

She begged for the dick,
I knew she would, I knew it.

But that makes it less fun
Now when I know she has always been mine.

But who cares, so I fucked her once again.

And now she knows, I will fuck her again.

I’m fucked up, but more than her?
Yes, more than her.

And I will blame it on me, again.

Since the circle has been closed (again) I will make a pause here as I’m currently recording all the poems above and turning them into songs.

I don’t know how to sing so its pretty fun.

Once the songs are all done they will be published on my web site –> pticaptica

I will be back soon, because love can’t stop.

And yeah, I love you Lit Genius.

• ptica

You’re back? Thank you for all of these.

All song have been recorded in low quality using beats from youtube, soon they will be published on my weblogsite

https://pticaptica.wordpress.com

I fuck and fuck up.
How can she not love me?

I’m fucked up.
How can she not run from me?

Please run from me.

Please ignore me.

Please save me.