the last whisper from your mouth <br />will carry more disease than love, <br />since nothing ever lasted in your mind. <br />a moment on your lips, forever ringing in my ears, <br />and so the will is manipulated <br />just as my doubts are sedated. <br />while i can see in the shit-filled pits of subliminal compassion, <br />up against the ocean i know i can't swim. <br />no matter my struggle, i always fall in. <br />i wish you would have more compassion <br />to not just watch me drown. <br />while wondering how you can give me back my breath <br />just to pull it away as you pull out. <br />you leave the room without a sound. <br />abandoned on your bed, i'm choking on realization <br />that your use and abuse isn't love <br />but the simplest form of manipulation.<br /><br />Ana Podarevska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cum-passion/
