you hit me with your
flashbulb eyes, and i swear i'd
never been blinder.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
everything about you
makes me want
to caress every crevice of your skin,
learn every winkle and imperfection
in your distraught face.
your eyes speak wonders to those
of the untold caverns you dig
in your inner most sanctuaries.
Although your sanctuaries bring
the only hurt your body will ever feel
you treasure them like they're detrimental
to your being.
how horrifyingly beautiful it is
to see your current state of mind.
How it seems the devils touch ran
through your veins.
You've turned so horribly evil
and it's riveting.
I love all of your ****** up tendencies
and it amazes me how beautiful
you actually are.
Through every scar of your skin
and every droughty word that
flows from your mouth.
Infected with poison, and every touch
to your lips.
Needing more of the morphine your blood draws.
you drank my feelings like it's the only
thing you know how to do.
you're so dangerous and I love it.
I adore the dangerous nature of your actions.
your presence is enough of a mystery
to keep me attracted
to the lights in your dim eyes.
Beautifully simplistic.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Here I lay
On my bed
My fortress of sweet solitude
Absent from reality
To insinuate myself into a dream
To make up for the comfort I am deprived of
The blank darkness equally pleasant
Just to attain this moment of positivity
All possible
When I lay here on my bed
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
in the most
simplistic way
i wanted him
and sometimes
i wanted all of him,
every season of his
mind and body
i wanted
cutesy notes on monday
slurred i love you friday nights
lazy sunday morning breakfast
then again
i never expected anything
from him
as much as i would have loved
to be under his skin
it was enough for my heart
to simply be
on his skin
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
That's the problem with being an artist.
In all my paintings and all my words,
you can see what I feel.
So he can see if I was thinking about him,
or if I was still thinking about you.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
I shouldn't care that you are dating.
I should not have allowed my heart to skip a beat
when you said, "Yes I am."
I should not feel a sense of pain
like someone twisted a thorn that was never removed from my side.
Reminding myself that a small part of you remained,
and that it could still hurt.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC