She
presses her lips on the back of my neck,
Her
coldness blowing over my skin,
with her hands decorative and curling,
forever
wearing
me
thin.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
There is this sense of home,
Where it feels like a doormat was
Placed under my feet & I’m able to walk bare
& Feel free.
This is when the ongoing noise that rushes
in like currents drowns out in the background, and no static is left into the land of peace.
All I hear is the sighs, the morsel of a hum, and your clock spinning & echoing like a drum.
I feel at ease & nothing no longer consumes me.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
I’m tucked between the ruggedness of wired fences and tugging hands
Grasping my heart with hungry fingers ready to rip in shreds
I’m tired of feeling so lost beyond words
By men that love to throw me on the ground with worms.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Both can ****
The only difference is
Cigarettes shatter lungs
She shatters everything
I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
as I lit it up breathed it all
savored every smoke
as if we covered up painful lies
in a container of painkillers
The same way
we used to pressed our lips
sparked something between us
savored every moment we had
as if our love was a rose
in a valley of tulips
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
I was a blue rose in a garden of red
However you plucked and threw me
Like I was the rest.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
When someone utters your name, it feels as if hundreds of people are throwing darts against the base of my throat, and each time I try to utter a single word it gets harder
When I see a glimpse of the brown curl, the sun kissed tan skin I feel my hands lit a flame that ****** and melts the skin on my bones to nothing but the ashes of dead animal skulls.
And when I hear your voice..
The flowers that once bloomed in my heart wilt away and burry theirselves into a deep hole.
I hate you.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC