Poetic Musings, Where Demons Tread

Reflection

Oh darn it!
You got me

Tantilizing
Instigating

Speaking my words
Summoning kinship

Drawing out poison
From wounds’ swell

Cleansing my veins
Tearing aside veils

As if you have
Known me well

Flexing your might
Displaying muscles

I can’t help but laugh at
How well you’ve grown

Mm

In exchanging the years
We were walking beside

What you went through
My own hell’s validation

I feel such a fool to
Have been in hiding

When I look at you
Openly confiding

And have a feeling that
You’d poke me gently

Teasing me lovingly
For behaving so silly

But also understanding
Why I couldn’t emerge

Until you yourself
Chose to purge

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