I once thought that when you smiled
you’re eyes lit up the room
now the mere thought of your touch
makes my skin crawl
like an itch inside my body
that’s also eating away at my insides
festering inside of me
worming around
making itself comfortable
within the layers of my self loathing
settling in
and now when I look in your eyes
I see dull, dead pools of blue
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
He broke my trust
and took my body
throwing away my affection
and degrading my virtue
ripping open my heart
digging through my emotions
it's controlling my thoughts
listlessly infesting MY mind
and poisoning MY head
seeping into MY BONES
taking over MY SANITY
entirely disturbing MY BEING
but NEVER MY DIGNITY
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
There is something beautiful about two sad people who agree to hurt each other.
Something comforting.
It is a comfort only very damaged people understand- the tacit agreement to cause pain, and to receive it.
Pleasure is for people who have what they want.
But for those of us who are starving, ours is best peppered with suffering.
Being with someone who understands that carries its own worth-
I don't want you to make me feel good.
I couldn't stand it if you did.
I don't want you to touch me gently, or ask if I'm alright, or stop to look into my eyes.
I am starving, and so are you: I want your teeth.
I want you to make me hurt. And I want to hurt you.
I want you to hurt me because I'm not him, and I want to hurt you because you're not her.
We want to see each other suffer because we are starving and we need to feel that someone else is.
Don't hold back. I want you to lower me because I'm too good for her.
Don't love me, don't caress me. Dig your nails in. Drip candlewax on my stomach.
One step down from torture is all I can stand in the way of human connection, when it isn't her.
Punish me for looking at her like a baleful puppy tonight, even as you waited in my room with your soft skin and your sharp teeth.
There is nothing you can do that will be too violent, too brutal, too sadistic.
I don't want to be loved right now.
I am too raw.
I want to be touched. I want to be ruined. Leave marks. Smear lipstick.
Lower me because I am
Too
****
Good for her.
Let this heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs don't matter.
Help me **** it. Help me pin my demons to the bed and make them writhe, and I will do the same for you.
Let's exorcise our loves tonight and banish them to hell.
Let's tell our skin that it is irrelevant.
Let's say **** you" to the things that bind us. I will cut your heart out for him.
I will kiss your scars, not to heal them but to remind you that when you put them there you fought for something, something we both fight for now.
Hurt me. Fight her. Do it for her.
Do it for her because I'm not good enough to hurt.
Do it for her because I'm TOO good to hurt.
Crush me.
You could boil me alive and it wouldn't make up for her, so at least leave me bruised.
I will give you what you need, and you will give me what I need: not love, but contact.
Please,
Let my heart know on no uncertain terms that its needs
Don't
Matter.
There is something beautiful about two sad people who agree to hurt each other.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
the wind carries me to an island
floating through my memories
I’ve glided through the past
my heart is yearning to go back
to summer roast duck
in the Swedish city,
not far from the train
that takes us back home
or the ferry to Bornholm
the island my heart desires
freedom on a bike
rolling hills to my right,
filled with fields of wild lavender
as well as the aimless lone windmill
to my left, with my arms spread wide
my head tilted back
coasting down the hill,
is the vast expanse of the ocean
the blue that meets the clear skyline
the air is hot and sticky
yet the sun beams leaving a hot burn
I can feel this day,
if I just shut my eyes
as if I were on the island
which was not far from home
when the ferry took us back
Home, where the people are themselves
where they depend on each other
their culture unites them
in a city I fell in love with
in a way I’ve never loved before
Copenhagen
I love you like I can never love another
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
You stuck a knife in my heart
as you walked away, one final time
and you twisted the blade,
when you never looked back
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
There’s a reason everyone loves autumn
As the leaves change so do we
Turning into our true colors
Where once we were all green
Inner beauty is brought fourth
There is a metamorphosis
From blending in, to standing out
Our differences are celebrated
We may start out the same
But that won’t stop the change
The transformation we all go through,
Our inner selves cannot be detained
It’s always been there waiting,
Wanting to shine through
One of the few guarantees life gives us,
That change comes and leaves turn
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
You are not the needle sticking out of my arm as I nod off silently
You are not the pipe lying in my lap as my body starts shaking violently
You are not the pill case resting by my side as I fade away on the floor quietly
You are not the bottle in my hand as I slam my car into a van filled with a family
You are the substance shooting through my veins, relieving me of all my pain
You are the smoke soaking my lungs, bringing me to a mystic plane
You are the powdered capsules floating in my stomach, promising to take me far away
You are the alcohol mixed into my blood, granting me courage to not care for this place
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
The wounds you left may have healed
But their scars still remain
I’ve moved on but it’s not forgotten
I carry them with me
Weighing me down
Refusing to heal
What I feel is real
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
My past created my present
Yet, it’s nowhere near my extent
My future is undefined
Something that is only mine
Time will pass, and I remain infinite
An existence classified as definitive
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
I want to get so high
That I forget who I am
Whoever I become
She’ll be better than the original
Spontaneous adventures
That lead to regrets
That I won’t remember
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC