PLEASE TOUCH ME I AM CRACKED AND I NEED MENDING YOUR HANDS ARE THE SUPERGLUE I NEED AND YOUR WORDS ARE THE STITCHES
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
I WANT TO BE THE BRUISES ON YOUR NECK NOT THE BRUISES ON YOUR BODY I WANT TO BE THE SWEET WORDS AS YOU SLEEP NOT THE ONES YOU SCREAM ABOUT AND I WANT TO BE THE LIPS YOU SO DELICATELY KISS NOT THE ONES YOU WISH NEVER POISONED YOU
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
my heart most be living under water
because I feel like I am
drowning.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Cotton sheets
on a winter’s night.
She entered the room,
her clothes fell to the floor.
’You’re on my side?’
‘I know,’ and
slid to my side
to let her skin
lie in the warmth
I left for her.
And then she
thanked me,
in cotton sheets.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
I find it hard to believe
Something so healing
could be so harmful
I can't see why it would matter to anyone
How I medicate with self prescribed medicine
I don't see why you would care
Whats the difference
If I drown myself in water or alcohol
I'm still going to die
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
when i see you my cheeks blush and my heart flutters, my brain grows wild and no matter how much i try my words will not string into sentences so for now i will kiss your lips and dream of nights spent watching the stars my fingers tangled in your hair or the mornings we will spend in the parisian apartment we hope to share one day sipping tea and reading all our ****** poetry from when we were helplessly inlove and my cheeks blushed whenever i saw your eyes meet mine
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
i hope when i touch your stomach you feel warmth despite the chills it sends through your whole body, i hope when my hand slides your hair behind your ear you feel something you have never felt from anybody else before, i hope when my fingers find a way into the palm of your hand when we are walking through the fields in the rain you forget about the weather and focus on the sunset i have created between out tangled hands, i hope when i look into your eyes before i say goodbye your heart cracks just a tiny bit before i kiss your soft lips goodbye and i hope when we kiss you open your eyes and look at me because you still cant believe this is happening and i hope that i consume you as much as you consume me
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
i was foolish to believe that when you touched my skin flowers would grow, my cheeks would blossom and my stomach would become a garden, an orchard, a plant *** on the window sil of a grandmothers kitchen, i should have knew when you touched my face my eyes would sink and my lips turn grey, my stomach would cave in, my ribs make an appearance, my mouth go dry and my legs to become laden with white lines
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
i have not gone from riches to rags but stepped so close to the edge of bridges ready to jump i am not a special and fragile princess so do not touch my skin and tell me how beautiful i am i have burns from all the cigarettes i smoke and white lines covering my thighs from the nights i spend sitting on the roof with a blade talking myself out of jumping do not tell me i am broken because i am not, i am not able to be fixed i am incomplete so god don’t ask me why i do this ask yourself why you are sitting here with me i am incapable of love so dont put your soft lips upon my cheek and do not breathe on my neck it is a noose getting tighter and it wont stop do not cry when you see the curtain of my bedroom closed forever because i was never a princess i am incomplete and now you will never have fail to fix me again
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
We can have days where we walk through fields holding hands all day and lie on the grass watching the stars not exchanging a single word we can have days where we kiss til our lips are sore and we have said I love you to many times to count we can have days where we don’t talk, maybe even weeks, but I will still love you we may have days where we can’t stand the sight of eachother and wish we could die but I won’t leave your side and one day you won’t love me maybe it will be tomorrow or 10 years or maybe even 50 years if I’m lucky but I love you with every fibre of my being and it consumes me
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC