temptess

I'm trying to feel this out
my velvet-covered oblivion
my angel-faced tormentor
reeling in the scraps that are tossed
so carelessly oh so quietly
like a fisherman
fishing for...
fish, reeling in the line
throwing it back out
bait no bait
this confusion I hate
and all of the words
that are never said
I laugh at myself
my pout is but a pout
though absurdly
the most powerful tool
one can possess