My name

I juggled with love.
A joker lost in desire
waiting for some action.
Sameness all the time.
I ate many lips.
A cannibal ready to
attack skins
as the night collapses.
I juggled with love.
Each victim has something
to remember: a love song,
a poem, a ride into the unknown.
But I am the bait now.
He plays with my heart,
he devours my powerlessness.
I am a just a stupid fool in this
sordid game and he... and he...
well...yesterday when we were
in bed, he forgot my name.



Karla Bardanza





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T A Ramesh
Unbearable pain it must have created! Time only can heal the wound!

Keith Robinson
Ouch! Very personal but not too subjective...good to read you again, btw...

cjkrieger
I love this one... so very personal and it really hits home... excellent!