when the urge is too strong
and my head is muddled with thoughts and crazieness
I dive into the toilet
the eye of the storm, the only calm
And after, sing myself to bed
with my raw throat and ****** teeth
and lie in a fitful sleep
choking on waves of guilt and *****
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
you are a poison. you are my drug.
you fly into the grey matter of my brain
you lodge yourself in my mind, you are stuck
the dull ache of you echoes in the hollows of my ribs.
It's painful. make it stop.
I love it.
I love it too much. It is too much
too colorful
too intense
too needy and too real
I leave my plate untouched, instead I feast on my hunger for you.
you hold me tight, I can't wriggle away
I am weak. You are strong
You are me. I am strong.
weeks past and you erase me.
you gnaw on my bones
feasting on the marrow.
a delicacy.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC