It's that half smile of yours
the one that you make
when you're making me moan
and you're enjoying yourself
simply by making me enjoy you.
Your eyes
so concentrated
but so calm
and they look at me
like they're reading my mind
like everything I'm thinking
is written in my eyes.
Your hands move over me
like they're retracing a familiar place
like they've been there many times before
but still have so much more to explore.
You know me too well
and not at all.
You're comfortable
and amazed
all at the same time.
You love me the most
when we're all alone.
s.mndi
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
The way he feeds off of my disguised purity is ravenous
I'm vulnerable when I'm breathing in his toxic air
I can't help but keep on falling in love with his fabricated and beautifully structured sentences
I've designed a monster with my drunken breath and manipulative tears of sorrow
Someone so beautiful, so pure, I've destructed with my undying need to satiate the void within my heart
I am the monster
(P.C.)
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
You're like a mosquito bite, pestering me with an agonizing itch
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
She said people were seasons,
and when I first met her, I couldn't agree more.
After getting to know her, I wished that I didn't.
Her ex-lovers were Winter, and her eyes were a shade of Spring.
I could see the vulnerability of a car crash
swimming in each fountain trapped behind her emeralds.
She was beautiful in the way that could cause suicides,
and fix spider-webbed windshields after each collision of,
“Are you okay,” and, “I’m fine; I promise.”
Every story was Winter, and she was always left alone in the snow.
Mauve lips mouthed words that silently whispered,
"When is this too much? When are you going to leave?"
People are patterns,
and all she knew was the tessellation of temporary love and permanent loss.
Her hands trembled as she looked down.
She was in transit; moving after each hope of home fell apart.
And I wanted to kiss her like the world was falling apart.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
Alcohol and poetry never tasted so good
I lick my lips and taste what you've left for me to beg for more
This music makes me want to dance in circles with you, the wind gently skidding across the nape of my neck
I want to ravish myself in your sweetness
And right now, I'm drunk, waiting for you to come home -
My God, I'm going to beg you for more
(P.C.)
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
It took me losing myself in the best way to find you
That first drag, after years of "quitting" - I can still recollect the taste
And the lingering smell of ***** kept snug on my clothing
When you pursed your lips and told me it was bad for my heart I couldn't help but grimace
You are just as bad
(P.C.)
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC