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510 · Dec 2019
Wake up.
Adrian S Dec 2019
the audacity you have to suggest touching me.

after all the pain you caused. after all of the shear kindness, I painfully gave at the expense of your weakness.

the audacity I have to even consider crawling to you.

I am not weak. I deserve better.

wake up, lover girl. he is not your project.
252 · Nov 2019
waiting
Adrian S Nov 2019
And we keep waiting,

waiting for our lives to begin,

when in fact they have already begun
245 · Nov 2019
bedroom lies
Adrian S Nov 2019
i wasn't very subtle

he knew my green eyes lied

but for a girl who always tells the truth

its hard to hide my bedroom eyes
193 · Dec 2019
eat
Adrian S Dec 2019
eat
when i get nervous i can not eat.
this is eating me alive.
189 · Dec 2019
me and you
Adrian S Dec 2019
it's like a lustful liqour night.
like cool cigarettes.
warm bodies.
cold blades.
heavy words.
violent music.
vicious stares.
haughty hands.
like gunpowder waiting to jump the bullet.

it's like me and you.
183 · Nov 2019
heartstrings
Adrian S Nov 2019
It's not fair for me to be the one who keeps these strings attached

when my heartstrings were the ones he played with

but life's not fair so maybe now I'll admit I played with his heartstrings too... softly and unknowingly cutting away at them
172 · Nov 2019
Falsetto love
Adrian S Nov 2019
It screams so vibrantly when convenient.

Then sends a signal through silk smiles that slowly simmer on tightly drawn lips.

The lips explode in an angry over boil of sour soot engrossed sin.

Heated thoughts point their haughty fingers in heatwave directions
striking the nearest and seemingly weakest iced block- melting it down to a puddle of pitiful pain.

Defenseless the droplets condense quickly in self-defense, running in every direction.

Slowly
   sliding
     downward
       into
         their
           death ...
164 · Dec 2019
the hand and the lighter
Adrian S Dec 2019
Uneasy and numb are the hand and the lighter. They dance together before the fire, not thinking of destruction, only enjoying corruption. The wildfire spills into her wilderness, and the spark still lingers day after day — a stale burning of understanding. My need to be needed, and his wildfire life burn the bushes down; we watch the ashes subside. This is what our togetherness looks like — uncovering all of the figures hidden in the shadows. They start to chase him day by day round and round his tortured mind. He in the shadows and I in the light. Running and jumping, shouting, “this way!”  He fails to hear. Darkness is all too loud in this forest. He turns his face unknowingly careful not to look at the flames. I choose patience in this race. He needs a steady hand, a voice who knows how to call upon the light. But how long until the pressure suffocates my strides? Afterall the fire may be over but now ashes drift closer and closer still to my face… covering my body in the ashy darkness and drawing me closer to his shadow.
123 · Nov 2019
prisoner.
Adrian S Nov 2019
I'm tired of being a prisoner, within these cement walls, the days drag on behind me, it's a never-ending throng, of pointless conversations as we pass from cell to cell.

I long for the day when we transfer to the prison at least it's free and open, open for discussions. Open for my heart to cling to a dream drawing passion. Because today I'm tired of being a prisoner, in false hope, broken love, and fake laughter.
112 · Nov 2019
Ties that bind
Adrian S Nov 2019
I can not cut the ties that bind and this indeed is binding me.
111 · Nov 2019
backyard boy
Adrian S Nov 2019
i was young on that warm summer night.

he was fifteen and blazing with independence.

we sat on the patio chair just close enough for me to tremble.

he showed me the stars through the telescope.

little did he know he was the brightest one to me.

i was an asteroid waiting for the moment I could launch into his world just long enough to shift his disposition.
66 · Nov 2019
Look
Adrian S Nov 2019
Look at me,
Breath me in
Look at me,
Feel the sin
Look at me,
Hear my heart,
she is dancing

dancing for you alone.
60 · Nov 2019
innocence
Adrian S Nov 2019
he was right

and i didn't even know


as his mouth drew music out of me

at that moment i knew



i was innocent....
#*** #love #sad #heartbreak
58 · Nov 2019
options?
Adrian S Nov 2019
Contentment is not an option for me
It's unimportant unimpressed
Peace is inadequate. Invalid even.
My strength Caries me to safety in small tasks.
In crumbling rafts, I fall and drift slowly but surely deeper and deeper.

Pure Success is not an option for me.
I fear I'll strive my whole life to achieve only an empty hopeless wanting
Religion is unprecedented in me.
No hope to be found as my soul wallows in dark soft misery.

All the while I look up to try and see the light.
I've yelled, "oh God show yourself please! For my sake!" But isn't that the point you aren't saved for you're own selfishness.
So, therefore, how can I ever be forgiven?  If I'll never understand his love again what hope is in my world.

My final thought brings me to moan these final lonesome heart-wrenching words. These are...

That Love is not an option for me. My soul can no longer find true love for people. I do not admire genuine character anymore. I do not sketch the image of warm sunken laughter on another's face into my mind. I do not memorize the sound of children squealing in excitement. Death no longer pains me. We are rather mutual friends.  I would rather scoff with the lowly for my one self-righteousness.  Greed and pride eat at my bones like wolves gnawing on a carcass in pity for themselves. I do not know commitment to another's heart and I do not understand how I ever will.  I feel unloveable. Untouchable. I am scared to be touched by someone's smooth loving fingers because I fear they will be hurt by my flaws.

Love. What is love? Will love ever be an option for me?
43 · Nov 2019
in his shower.
Adrian S Nov 2019
I know that as I speak he is standing where I want to be.
He's in his shower. In the heat. In the water where he drowns the pain.

Right where I left him. In the middle of pain.

But little does he know that if he would not have given me the chance to escape I would have never stepped away.

I would be there. In the heat where I want to be.

Watching drops of water as if they were me, roll off of his lips, down his hips, and escaping down the drain into the abyss.
37 · Nov 2019
Hypocrite
Adrian S Nov 2019
I haven't felt anger like this in so long; somehow, I end up feeling I’m in the wrong. Back and forth but silently. Envy creeps up…she lies to me. Tells me I’m the one with the problem. How can this be?  She causes the mess and she doesn’t even know. That is called a problem to me. When you lie to yourself so easily. Call me a hypocrite but let me say that sometimes your selfishness gets in the way…..

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