Do your fingertips feel like fire when in contact with your victims
Do you feel their beauty fueling you
Their smile smiling on you giving you value you don’t see in yourself
Does her name make you flutter to your core
Another win, another score
Does the taste of her lips taste like victory
You’re a shell of a body
Filled with the laughter and loving looks of others
And yet you still don’t feel any different about you
Maybe their love and attention would make up
For the love and attention the younger you was deprived of
As you prey on your next high
You stoop low
Below self love, below honesty and realness
You creep past inner cries for help and feeling helpless
You catch glimpses of your reflection as you move in close
You move faster afraid that your victim may see what you see
She dances slow to the rhythm of the beat
Smile on her face
Real small waste
Love and light in her eyes
You say hello
She smiles back
It’s like homegrown in a bag
You take a puff, poor girl, if she had known she would’ve passed
-Cam
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