If love were a place,
it would be somewhere I'd never been.
It would be like a destination
at the end of a very long road;
I'd be able to see it the whole
time,
but I'd just never quite arrive.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
It's the way that even though I know you are so poisonous;
so harmful
you leer me in every time
and the worst part is
is that I don't even put up a fight
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
what if life is just a dream;
good or bad
& when we die, it's just us waking up
in a paradise we have longed for since we fell asleep
& suicide isn't an escape from reality,
but merely forcing yourself to wake up from a nightmare
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
I want to become your drug
I want you to be addicted to me,
to the feeling I give you
I want you to crave me as soon as I've left
I want you to need me,
need me to be flowing through your veins at all times
I want you to feel how I do about you
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
"pass it"
I take a drag, filling my lungs with the sweet Mary- Jane
I see your eyes, your hair, your freckles as if you are a newly discovered galaxy
I watch your slow, drugged movements in awe
your fingers creating poetry on the tips of mine as you remove the blunt
I see your face dopily moving towards mine
my mind is rushing in the lustful kind of way
"do you feel it?" you ask
and if by feel it you mean the unavoidable attraction I have to you, to your body- the craving I have towards your lips
"it just hit me real hard..."
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
wake me up with your sweet touch
eyes glistening in the crack of sunlight sneaking in between the curtains
watching us in envy of what we have
dancing on your skin as if to take part
in the love we share
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
i crave the taste of your tongue on my sweat-speckled skin
as you run your hands down my body
and pull me in harder
grabbing. moaning. scratching.
I have no control
over what my body is doing
when it's under your spell
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Bite
marks
are
love
notes
written
in
flesh ...
So
let
me
bite
you
hard
and
make
you
moan .
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
tell me everything about yourself.
I want to know what is hidden in every corner of you.
tell me your darkest moments
and
tell me your brightest.
for I want to relive every single experience you've had.
to understand you.
because
I love you.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC