My Glass Grenade





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When does the line between love and infatuation begin? Who's at fault? A poem about toxic love, loosely based on the 'jellyfish' prompt. Hope you enjoy! :D <3

My Glass Grenade

Look, another trinket upon my wall,

Look, another trinket upon my wall, Grafted from the embers of a dying mind.

Look, another trinket upon my wall, Grafted from the embers of a dying mind. It was no charade to break down his barricade,

Look, another trinket upon my wall, Grafted from the embers of a dying mind. It was no charade to break down his barricade, I just fixed his glass grenade.

He had sleepy eyes and a

He had sleepy eyes and a PaLpItAtInG smile

He had sleepy eyes and a Palpitating smile

He had sleepy eyes and a PaLpItAtInG smile

He had sleepy eyes and a PaLpItAtInG smile Which blustered, just like his blisters.

I traced his scars as one does the moonlight,

I traced his scars as one does the moonlight, Or even a porcelain gravestone.

His passive acceptance to my

His passive acceptance to my Passion aggression; it was all just a game

His passive acceptance to my Passion aggression; it was all just a game And the game was afoot.

My tentacled love, he succumbed.

My tentacled love, he succumbed. To my toxin; he was prey.

I was the kink in his vocabulary,

I was the kink in his vocabulary, The blip in his imaginary.

I was the kink in his vocabulary, The blip in his imaginary. I was the one with the match,

I was the kink in his vocabulary, The blip in his imaginary. I was the one with the match, That set off his collected turmoil.

It was no charade to break down his barricade,

It was no charade to break down his barricade, I just fixed his glass grenade.

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