Shadow in the Porthole

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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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You were always my dragon
you were always my fire
I hate you
I love you
I need you
and yet I never want to see you
I never want to see you again
and yet I do
and yet I always do
and yet I'd throw open the door
if I saw your shadow in the porthole
I'd take your cruel hands in mine
I'd kiss your cold fingers
I'd kiss your lips
despite all the vicious things
you've said
I'd take you back in a heartbeat
regretting every minute of it
knowing viscerally
it's all a great mistake
knowing viscerally
that the love I feel is always one way
and this was only ever about sex for you
this was only ever about sex for you.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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