she’s the one; the one that needs me.
she’s the one who can deceive me.
the one who can keep me warm.
the one who will be my whore.
she’s the one.
the one that had three friends.
they were all over me until the end.
hands touching me, devouring me, tongues meeting, it pleased me so.
she’s the one.
my soul feels nothing.
scars burning through my heart.
my heart bleeds, bleeds.
she’s the one.
wash away my sin.
save me.
By Lisa Grisly Miller
