These secondhand lovers keep wasting my nights,
They keep spilling my lust, flying feelings like kites.
Your dark gaze grounds me, but only for a moment.
We both know you are not a worthy opponent.
The glitz and the glamour of passion revolts me.
Each new love I find quickly rots and turns moldy.
I wish I could soak up your brown eyes with mine,
Playing truth like a violin on your bare spine.
But we have played that game in some lonely nights.
My skin gets tired of your violent delights.
So, I fill every second with counterfeit lovers,
Dreaming one day they slay me,
Then kill each other.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 