You’re behind the wheel and
I’m caught up in the spokes.
Feel the crack of broken bones
As I’m driven fucking crazy
For your vanity alone.
We know how the story goes.
Girl meets boy,
Girl’s new toy.
She pulls him down below,
And all my little cells
Are caught in the afterglow.
This is where she strikes and
I reap what she sews,
A thousand times over.
Still I can’t go.



Filed under poem, poetry

2 responses to “Succubus

  1. I always thought this was a beautiful poem. But it hurt me to read it because I thought it was about me. Was it?


  2. Honestly, I can’t even remember.


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