The truth is seeping out of the walls,
like a sponge at capacity.
Do I squeeze them, or let them be?
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
I'm gonna feel broken when I have you,
I keep thinking.
You're gonna break my spirit, crush it
in your chubby hands.
I won't ever love you because I can
hardly love anything.
I don't think that just because you grew
in me I will love you more.
I'm gonna be bad for you. You won't
have any fun because I will mold you
after me.
And then I'll hate you.
Because I hate me.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
You.
My creature of the night,
you frighten me.
You.
Dark and sultry,
you ****** my curiosities.
You.
They all say they know you,
they only know your name.
But they don't even know that.
No one does.
So we'll just call you Batman.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Let me know you like I know my weaknesses, thoroughly and
totally picking apart every minute detail.
Be like my insecurities, omnipresent and always waiting to take
me at the end of the day.
Be as large as my thighs, my *** my belly, enveloping who I
really am in favor of comfort.
Be my hope. Take me away from all I hate about myself. It is too
big a task, maybe. But I've charged you with it all the same.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
burrowed under sheets
your toes touch my toes
out of this room
it matters not at all
we built this kingdom
out of soft touches
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
I pity the trees
at the mercy of
an unsettled sky.
Upwards they grow
to comfort her,
catching her tears
readily, like a tissue.
She will ignore their
kindness and rain
again, but trees
live for the moments
that she runs dry
to allow a fleeting glimpse
of the sun.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
I only get three billion beats.
I think I'll die young;
You make my heart race.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
In keeping with tradition, stranger,
we will walk past one another and
not say a word.
I’ll glance nervously at converse on the
weedy walk; you’ll distract yourself
a nearby bird.
I’ll never know how you’ll cry alone
between linens tonight because you
realized you feel nothing.
You’ll never know how I pacify myself
with myths and lies just to keep
my composition.
We’ll both be lonely and never know
why. We both will always ache for
something we can’t name.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
Two rams are we, you and me.
My hooves were fresh, horns just new.
I sat on your hill, you taught me
everything, your disciple,
your Rip Van Winkle.
Your mouth was wide but
your legs were thin. You said
“I’ll leap across gorges”.
Dad, I believed you,
So sound asleep.
I watched, as you fell into
all the holes, horns chipped, denting.
Hoofs scratched, bending.
Tried, you did, to bound over me,
you broke my back; I even ducked.
Still asleep, barely.
What sort of ram are you?
Gorges don’t come small
enough for a mouth like that.
Found my own hill then, did I.
My broken back is healing now.
I am my own disciple now.
I haven't tried to leap over a gorge
yet, I'm training for the day.
Wide awake.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
I never thought
I could wear
Red Lipstick
Until I wore
Red Lipstick
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC