Courtesan Confessions

Moments of pleasure lead to a

Solitude of regret.

Sharing fake infatuation with hickeys,

Leaving bruises on my neck.

Intuition engulfs aura

Burning blue.

Feeling dead inside, I can see behind,

When she says her love is true.

I'm addicted to that brief validation.

Repeating "I love you" in my head.

Withdrawals keep me crawling back

To the empty spot in her bed.

Costing me energy.

Spending my soul.

Modern day love,

Taking its toll.

-David N. Baker

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