Doubt
You've been my faithful companion for so long I can't imagine.....
Not feeling
your sticky sweetness in my mouth
your crooked teeth grazing my ear
your constant whispers
and sweaty skin
always accompanied by a shiver racing down my spine
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To cup my heavy hips and thunder thighs
and stroke my swollen stomach
as you ruffle hair I forget to tame
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my sagging breasts and pockmarked face
would be lonely without the ache
of the weeping wounds to my self-image, confidence, and dreams
while your caustic tongue dissolves the rotting remains of my hopes
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ElshaHawk LoA
I feel like the unloved one at the end; ugly, unlovable, without confidence inside. Who could continue to love that (me)?
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Robert Quick
Hurm. I'm always a fan of your poetry that makes me feel things and wonder. Which this does. It feels personal and so honest but also like a puzzle. The kind of doubt in the first two stanzas is so intimate that it borders on carnal. I've never had doubt go that way before but it's interesting. The doubt in the last stanza is all too familiar though. Well done.
Minor spelling error in second to last line. Should be 'weeping' I think.