More than Dido, whose love was sparked by Gods. More than Helen whose love fueled ships and fell the walls of Troy. Unmatched by the passion of Francesca thrown about on endless winds. Thicker than the flames that licked through Cleopatra's heart. Deeper than the hell into which sank jilted Phaedra. Such is my love for you.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
How do I say it so that you can hear me?
I can't yell if my lungs won't fill
My heart is swollen and throbbing weakly
Prolonging the charade of life
I can't tell you what I want if you think you already know
My destiny is in your hands and you're squeezing
I'm waiting for you to decide what's best for me
My mouth won;t make the sounds to tell you
I don't need your ring or your paycheck or your baby
I just need your hand and your heart next to mine
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
I'm lost
Out to sea, treading water
The fish pass by and ask
"Can I help?"
No, no, just swimming
They say "don't worry,
It gets easier, you'll drown soon."
And my tears make the sea swell
The shadows circle below me
The sun beams and smiles
My skin cracks and shrivels
I drift farther and farther
Pulled this way and that
By the riptide you threw me into
I dip beneath the waves
I'm thrown about and drown a little
I succumb and feel the blackness swell
I thrash and reach the surface again
I wheeze, I cough, I sob
And I will never stop trying to reach you
I will swim to your shore
Or I will sink in your ocean
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
How do you wake up? Get dressed? Go to work?
How do you wash your hair? Brush your teeth?
How do you live without your heart?
How do you believe when everything around you is crumbling?
How do you make a wish when everything you wanted is already gone?
How does life go on when the life you were living is no more?
How do you heal when you want this open wound more than anything?
How do you pretend you're still a person?
How do you not think about killing yourself?
How do you make it stop?
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
I need a hit
It's been far too long
Since you pumped through my veins
It seems like a lifetime ago
That I felt your delicious sting
And yet the needle is still warm
From the last time I had your drug
I'm still bleeding
From the hole your love tore through my skin
Hold me down and find the nerve
The one that only you can control
Do your worst
And it will be the best I've ever had
Hurt me, burn me, make me feel *****
Keep me on edge and ruin my life
And I will thank you for it
Because nothing can be as maddening
As being without you
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
the heavenly vision of your face smiles down on me
your brown eyes shine with mystery and desire
they pierce through all of my disguises and you see me
and you're the only one who can strip my soul bare
oh god, I can smell you in my clothes
that intoxicating scent that fills my senses
and brings me back to moments with you
moments you spent making sure I'd remember
the taste of your kiss lingers on my lips making them tingle
they long to be kissed by you again
each time our lips meet we are one heartbeat
connected for an instant and a lifetime
to hear you speak is to hear music from the angels
your voice consumes me until your words alone control me
your sweet whispering melody washes over my soul
bathing me in radiating warmth
I can feel your breath on my neck
promising me boundless ecstasy and filling me with anticipation
one caress of your gentle hand and my walls tumble down
my threshold is breached and the flood gates are open
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
I spent last night
clutching a pillow
that wasn't you
And praying
that your skin
is more delicate
So that next time we collide
you can bleed for me
like I bled for you
And we can be
whole again
like when we first started
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
How can it be that I can feel every beat of my heart resonating through me like church bells and still feel like there's an empty hole where my heart should be? I'm hollow except for the pain, the phantom pain like that of an amputee clutching a shattered limb and stretching fingers that will only ever again touch in his mind. The heart that you took with you when you left me still pumps and stings but won't feel anything real ever again. And I'm proud. Proud of how I lost my heart to you in the heat of battle, the heat of passion. I'll tell war stories to the neighborhood kids sitting on my front porch and I'll show them the scars from where you cut out my heart. And then at night I'll open my window and look up at the moon, I'll look up at the same moon that you see and I'll smile because somewhere out there you have my heart on your shelf, a trophy of your first conquest. And though I've lost the war I revel in the fact that I was important enough for you to conquer, that I was enough of a challenge to be your first triumph. I can only hope that when you tell your war stories the story of your first win will be as glorious as the story of my final defeat.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
I'm screaming on the inside for you to help me
The blood drips onto idle hands
Hands that are clawing from the inside out
I yell and curse and bleed and cry
And you see smiles and bright eyes
You see the facade, the shell, the cage
And he sees the animal
He sees the rage and the tears and the bleeding gashes
And he unlocks the door and comes to me
With water and bandages
He lifts my broken head and caresses to stop the keening
Shows me beautiful things and nurtures back my health
And he loves me
And I'm his
And it's quiet
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
I will never be that girl.
I will never have blonde hair, pink nails, red lips.
I don't have a cosmo in my oversized coach bag.
I bite my nails, I get bug bites, I pick at them.
My face is splotchy and I don't cover it up with make up.
I sneeze and throw up and get infections.
I fall down.
I will never have a bikini body.
I wear a bikini anyway.
I have freckles, scars, scabs, and I'm so pale that you can see every blue vein in my body.
My handwriting looks like that of a 5 year old boy.
I will never be the girl in the pink summer dress with the high heeled sandals.
My room is a mess.
My car is a mess.
My brain is a mess.
I say things like "I wonder what human tastes like."
I freak out over a home made Ouija board that I didn't even use.
Then I go watch the scariest movie I can find.
I used to sleep with a Freddy Kruger doll.
I root for the bad guy.
I'm stubborn.
I'm angry.
I'm aggressive.
I'm passive aggressive.
I'm damaged goods.
I will never be that perfect embodiment of woman.
Blonde hair, dresses, heels, white teeth, positive outlook.
I'd rather be friends with my books than actual people.
And you love me anyway.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC