Missionary

Missionary

This poem is about missionary, 

not about the sex but I promise you'll be equally satisfied. 

See these words I'll speak I hope you make allies with,

because immortality only comes when you sympathize with the truth that you only leave once.

Look in the mirror, 

see yourself, 

and let it show you oceans.

Make the sheets wet with every inch you'd take in,

because you see yourself an angel too, 

and now you know this. 

Let it awaken demons in your soul to devour words unwanted, 

from your skin let your nakedness show, 

your stretch marks grow that lion hearted David so you'd get rid of your Goliath.

Take it all in, 

like soft kisses on the skin of your neck,

feel the rains wash away all the words they said. 

That made you feel like the neglected lover, 

abandoned and unwanted,

again used like faceless sex slaves.

Feel it's warmth, 

each night in bed break the building tension with your moans, 

because you taste good. 

Fill your mind with beautiful lies, 

sand you'd wish could turn to gold. 

See yourself the alchemist to make light work of your none existent life. 

And savour the vibrations your body exudes, 

that compliments the throbbing between your thighs. 

You feel good, 

like it should be. 

Relax yourself, 

and breathe, 

because they never meant any of the words that only made you hurt.

24/01/19

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The poem was supposed to be like a speech to a girl in a verbally abusive relationship and her finding herself, so she can love herself more but I'm not sure it turned out how I wanted it to be. Your feedback on how you felt it was trying to portray is highly welcome.