Not saying I don't like you.
Your skin, your hair, your eyes...
I'd just love to see your blood,
to taste your sweet demise.
I love your pretty teeth,
shiny, sharp, and red.
But oh they'd be so much sweeter,
tasting them while you were dead.
Darling, little Moon Beam...
shining so wonderfully 'Blue'.
Let me see your Bones.
Let me finally taste you.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
Days spent inpatient
Couldn't save me from me
Years spent in treatment
Failing to set me free
Dozens of medications
Just to be told it's BPD
Hundreds of coping mechanisms
Yet you still won't believe
I've worn myself out trying
To fight for a release.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
I post these poems online
Not because they're good
But to keep a memoir of my thoughts
To look back on and be understood
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Don't become finifugal
When i meet my demise
Even if such way is brutal
There's now a numbness in my mind
My existence painfully futile
In eternal rest i shall find
The consolation I've been seeking towards
Throughout this miserable life.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:36 PM UTC
Who i face in the mirror
Isn’t me in your eyes
When i glimpse at myself
I see a sight to despise
A wide filthy monster
Skin pasty and pale
Self-deprecation is a sure thing i’ll never fail
Cracked, bleeding lips
knotted and mangled hair
There is not much to adore
No point in taking care
I compare myself, observe
Can’t help but stare
I desire a body
You’ll genuinely love bare
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 2:38 AM UTC
In through the nose
Straight to the brain
That chemical drip
I attempt to refrain
White of the snow
Sparkle of ice
Set it before me?
Doubt i’d think twice
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 3:35 AM UTC
Tracing my fingers along ribbons engraved into my skin
once opened, the red vomiting sentences i could never speak from within
as well as teaching myself discipline
each line is a confession of my sins
a decade spent releasing myself this way
just to scab and sink back in.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 3:12 AM UTC
Aeipathy consumes me
in a state of reverie
tender is your flesh, preserved and cold
pining for me to partake in my needs.
finding pleasure in what's left of you
your spirit groans my name
even in death thy shall be whole again.
after, while you're in pieces
soon you will be one with me
reside inside my body
not one bit gone to waste
embrace my favorite parts by giving you a taste.
who am i not to indulge?
in such a wonderous thing
necro-cannibalism with my love
the most endearing sin
i need.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC