I laugh a little when I recall your teasing words:
"Do not fall in love with me."
What a joke. You idiot,
don't you know it is human nature to defy?
In hindsight I should have listened
but instead I gave you everything I had.
You said it first, lulled me into comfort with
"I love you."
The taste of those words became my favorite treat.
The feel of your body on mine was a dangerous thing.
Of course it wasn't long before it began to sour for you,
while only growing sweeter on my tongue.
I was (and still remain) so ********* in love with you.
But as is typical, I was too much for you
And you left me feeling grey
and wanting
and disposable.
Do you know what it feels like to be disposable?
It really is too bad
that you cannot love as well
as you can ****
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
The flies have begun to swarm me as they always do.
Gran says it’s because I’m sweet
but I know better;
they seek my rotten core.
I am a book under gilded cover
with the pages all maimed and bloodied;
some angry child tore at me
when I cut the fingers of the *******
I am thoroughly interested in becoming your fiction of choice.
Fiction: because I’ll lie to keep you
happier than you deserve.
My prerogative is to capture you and let you go
as soon as you’re dependent.
I’ve always adored wrecking pretty things like you.
I am the sound you seek,
sharp on the mind like the buzzing
of the lights in your office
that no one ever fixes.
You yearn to dream because in your sleep
I am a petal-soft and lovely thing
that will coddle you like a miracle child,
my hand caressing your little baby face.
Then comes the jolt of awareness
and you find my fingers at your throat,
squeezing just enough to scare you a little.
I need you to know that you are mine and that I own you.
Your youth is the light that flashes in my too-large pupils.
I swear to God I am going to eat. you. alive.
You lovely creature.
You gorgeous, hypnotic thing.
I will crack you open and drink you like life
and you will learn to beg for the sensation.
Now is when you should run, pet.
-S
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Let us love the night so silent
for even birds abandon the cold.
Let us love the night so barren
and feel the dark arrest our souls.
To the night I spill my heart,
it listens and it sighs;
To the night I bare my throat,
it stares with depthless eyes.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC