Come on
I dare you
make me well
see what i’d become
if your sharp heel wasn’t
digging into my neck
when I wasn’t retching
in porcelain
Come on
I dare you
make me well
see what I’d become
if you’d give me half a chance
I remember the time before this
when you couldn’t quash my fire in an ocean
couldn’t resist my passion with a vow
we burned until we ate all the oxygen
now we stand in darkness growing blind
waiting for stars to fall
for hell to admit its sinners
get it over with, then
come on
I dare you
“He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.” … William Drummond
Okay, yes to this!!!
“we burned until we ate all the oxygen
now we stand in darkness growing blind
waiting for stars to fall
for hell to admit its sinners”
I loved the way you moved toward this ending. This is a sound poem, Candice.
I second the motion.
That is painful
Thank you so much dearling xo
Wow I love this quote so much!
You’re quite welcome!
Yes I suppose it is xo
The word “dare” captures many thoughts and emotions 🖤
Right? 😉