If I'm made up of starstuff
Recycle me
Strip me
You're wasting me
Let me be
Nothing
Dust
Put me in the center of the universe
In a vast nothing
Of every beautiful little thing
That I don't understand
And leave me there
Let me keep my eyes
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
That good love thing inside her
Suddenly stops
Replaced
Hollow
It's a physical feeling
Not again
She leaves their bed and runs to the kitchen
She must be thirsty
No?
She frantically looks around and tries
Any logical thing
To fill this pit
It feels real.
Like hands clawing at air inside her chest.
Will you help me feel better?
It hurts
Can you help me feel better?
It feels sick
He looks at her
A look she's seen before
And this won't be different
And she knows he can't help her.
She leaves again.
You were wonderful.
She's sorry.
Thank you for trying.
She's broken.
I have to go now.
She breaks you too.
But she knows you will heal.
They all do.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
You're lying next to me
Dozing
Peeking love at me
eyes closing
While I unbutton every button on your unforgiving clothing
I
Trace your skin to pass the time
Count the moles and note the lines
I
Kiss each and every vertebrae that make up your perfect spine
Oh
I'll never waste a moment while I know this man is mine.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
I didn't want to know
That you love me
You have me crying
And you're so confused.
You stare at me for too long
And then you say
"Oh,
I can see it
I can see I've made a mistake."
And how do I say
"YES."
"YES you have MADE A MISTAKE."
I was so happy.
I must be a succubus
Some kind of *********
You love me?
Because
Loving me is a lie.
And now I cry
And I feel like I never knew you at all.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
She waits to be picked
I mean
Picked up
Across 27
She knows "Arduous journey" is a trek
But she doesn't know
They're talking about us.
She's not going to make it in one piece
Sorry, Doll
I remember how
I just wanted to touch it
Then I wanted to taste it
soft and so between my fingers
press down
brown prints
Into her peach skin
Who's trek are we on again?
"Was it mine?" She asks
I take another bite
Yes, she loves me
"Ours, Doll."
Down 39
"Designed to fall apart"
All too easily
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Maybe I can find it with you
I could tag alongside
Touch you each time you become
Electrified
You can even feed on my light
If I make you electric
And I won't feel so pathetic
When the light returned is mine
And when it isn't me
I'll find it with you
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC