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1.3k · Jan 2021
True Addiction
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
Growing up you're always taught the dangers of substance abuse

but no one warns you of experimenting with love
965 · Jan 2021
10:12 am
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
I wouldn't say I have any weird kinks
but I do have a you fetish
770 · Jan 2021
Therapy
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
There are few things that can't be fixed
by a coffee, and a couple cigarettes
508 · Feb 2021
Violet
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
The man is worried, uncertain, confused.
The boy is happy, curious, content.

I am sorry
425 · Feb 2021
Hinged
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
Not to be shameful of,
to be alone.
lost in the fallacy of laughter and discussion
is the pride it takes to get yourself out of bed every morning
and feel better.
286 · Jan 2021
Skipping rocks
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
Let me take you
all of you

lose yourself in the background music and the messy sheets
leave your arrogance on the soft carpet with the rest of your bags
I'll give you the release you need.

I will have you for as long as it takes
265 · Feb 2021
Intuition
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
A certain persuasiveness in the shape of her face
it takes few words from her;
"I am already yours"
you're mine aswell darling
185 · Jan 2021
The Real You
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
I am myself

for better or for worse.

My eyes are my own

they've seen what I've seen.

My hair, scented with cigarettes and expensive shampoo

The grey has started to settle in.

Oddly familiar characteristics we may share;

although we've seen different things
our eyes look the same.

our hair, perfumed by the same stresses

Both having beared the burden of thinking to exhaustion

a plague and a gift, to think of him

I am like you,

somehow.
171 · Feb 2021
Sometime yesterday
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
Yesterday seems so far away,
I would have been different
To get back would be a cheap
and awful subrogation,
Leave the pain, back there
158 · Feb 2021
Perfumed.
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
To the bone,
wanting so hard to be like that.

With nothing, and everything to prove.

Who are you proving it to?

The hearty rhetoric of old photos, and musty boxes of records.

I won't even dust off your old shelves,

too afraid to take a piece of you from my home.
149 · Feb 2021
Ashes
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
the sky is boring when you're not here with me
the sun, although bright, is without luster
more than ever your memories do shine

the murmur of your tragedy is overwhelming
yet I find comfort in this solitude
146 · Feb 2021
Old enough
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
Needing your wisdom, that's all.
To speak to myself is to speak with you,
my mechanism.
Doing the right thing has gotten harder with age,
would you agree?

of course you would, the man who wrote music and smoked countless cigarettes,
my broken idol.
142 · Feb 2021
Heartbeat
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
I'll sip on your sin
You can get drunk on my passion
140 · Feb 2021
Without a thought
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
Take me to that place I go to when I close my eyes
where the pillow is cold on both sides
the morning is always met with the smell of fresh coffee,
and when philosophy consists of acoustic renditions of my favorite music, and not the need to understand.
129 · Jan 2021
She
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
She
the most lovely reverie:

you, that delicate voice.

body, gleaming with the perspired idea of what love is

mind, elsewhere
I think I'll join you

invariably trapped in your eyes

we could **** all day, leaving nothing on but an apprehensive guilt

that the other will leave once it's over.
120 · Feb 2021
A brief history into myself
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
I would have died for you
risked my life for you.
Fed you while you were sick
put your clothes on when you were weak,
listened to your stories with you
laughed at how they mirrored mine.
life had a different version of this story
and you died
and I died with you
for a while.

When I came out of it,
my hands were stronger,
my heart was warmer,
and you,

you were still gone.
118 · Feb 2021
White Roses
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
with every breath you take I move deeper into you

the cadence of your heartbeat moves with my throbbing desire

the energy comes out of you with weak knees and a desperate etch down my spine
117 · Feb 2021
Next to me
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
Let the rain patter against the window,
or the light snow fill the cracks in the old brick
lay your head down next to mine

my arm protects the back of your neck from the cold wooden floor
as naked as we are, we've never felt more protected.
117 · Jan 2021
Moments
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
Put that playlist on;

the one you like.

Your chest against mine
we share a heartbeat

I can count the freckles with my tongue.

How alive you are right now.

it's a kiss, a touch, a lick
it's this moment we have right now so
let's not waste a second

Make love until the room smells like *******,
and your rich vocabulary is reduced to
"harder"
94 · Jan 2021
my Broken Self
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
boundless.
the sense of gratitude when the sun comes down.
No longer can the birds look down on me
16,
roughly the amount of times in the day I think of running away from all of this.
Down from 27
its progress.

so much to do at night,
coming to heart-rending conclusions about mortality.
how many hours have been spent worrying
the life I could have saved, so caught up in my engrossed state of mind

maybe happiness would have gone neglected if life had always been easy

that's what I tell myself anyways.
85 · Feb 2021
Burgundy Clouds
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
No matter the time
The place, or the weather
I’ll be with you, and love you...
85 · Feb 2021
Cranberry
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
And just as the oxygen left my lungs,
The flame died.
82 · Feb 2021
Cage
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
A difficulty to love,
a difficulty to breathe.

Two things that should be so easy are near impossible
when you're stuck
in a pitied state of uncertainty
76 · Jan 2021
Needing
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
To feel wanted

Cared for,
A forgotten dream

In my nature to want.

A man can wish, and he does.
Never expecting to find what he is needing.

How easily remembered this feeling,
Like it never left

A fresh breath you’ve given me.

I am drunk on desire,

To hold

To kiss

To ****.

To feel wanted.
73 · Jan 2021
Bright screen
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
What a waste it would be to leave people feeling unwelcome in an environment they could flourish in.
73 · Jan 2021
In the Morning
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
To have my moment with you,
                       Press your warm body to mine
                       Your ******* get hard while we kiss

                       I watch you smile
                       while your hair drapes over your eyes.
                       I work my hand towards you
                       The goosebumps on your skin tell me you're nervous.

                      You know what you want this time around,
                       Fervently help my fingers inside of you
                       For this moment, you consume yourself in me
                          
                        I slide into you, now it's me that smiles
                       You toss your head back slightly, deep breaths
                       My five fingers wrap beneath your jaw,
                       You hold both hands on my arm as we expect
                        the inevitable release.
        
                       we look into each other
                       knowing that for this moment, we made the right
                       choice.
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66 · Feb 2021
Cold ceramic
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
A nerve was struck,
the erratic behaviours of a young mind so quickly shifted into adulthood
crowded with frantic and mindless jargon only a deeply pained individual could ever understand.
An inevitable desire to seek solace is the plague that sickens me.
63 · Jan 2021
Not so powerful truths
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
I'm not addicted to smoking I'm addicted to over thinking

the cigarettes just help
63 · Jan 2021
Grip.
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
Let me hold your hands
behind your back
as I ****** the life back into you.
59 · Jan 2021
For Papa
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
How tragic it is

The smartest one in the room,

reduced to being fed by a tube.

A shimmer of hope hid in the corner of the room,

along with our jackets, cold from the autumn wind.

You wrote to me with a stick, moving around the pebbles

"I love you"

The first time in 5 months, and the last time you ever truly were

my father.
57 · Jan 2021
Life , Past & Present
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
My eyes disguise the pain I feel
An endless spiral of self deprecating thought
Stuck in my internal hell
The worst part is everyone thinks I'm okay.

Don't be surprised when I appear hollow,
when my mind encroaches on my life
a deep sadness I find hard to escape.

To be a man of character is to have felt,
to have lived beyond the pain, learned from it

My preoccupation with feeling happy has taken away from the life I would like to live.
A life where my energies are focused on the things around me,
rather than what's inside me.

Everyone has a personal hell, and I acknowledge that.
But, mine burns hot, the kind of heat that can make your breaths short, and your body exhausted.

It will be a long and difficult journey to become who I want to be,
but it will come,
with time,
with energy,
with patience.
56 · Jan 2021
About a boy
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
To assume the role of the father

To assume the role of a partner

Expecting so much from such a little
fragile
boy.

That boy will try though,
everyday.

He will make dinner, he will talk with them about their problems,
but we can't forget his own

Another child was mean to him today, they all have been recently
he thought.

He might cry in the bathrooms , or on the bus ride back from school

But he will not cry at home.

They need him to be more than a little boy

They need a partner
and a father.

They need more than that boy,
but he is all they have

He will have to do.
54 · Feb 2021
Castle
Franz Bruck Feb 2021
You search your whole life for something that only exists in fantasy, deaf to the whispers of life that surround your being.

I’ve woken up from dreams that gave perspective on my nightmare, to think and feel as if there is an answer.
35 · Jan 2021
Fear
Franz Bruck Jan 2021
Countless nights ,
The nightmares
the crying
the fear.

Plagued by an unforgiving hand,
served, not dealt.
this was not a matter of misfortune

It was clear the older he got
he would need to develop strengths he hadn't had before

Like understanding to hold back those tears,
no matter how painful
no matter how angry he was

It was not fair, he thought
it was not fair.

It was only when he became a man did he realize that nothing was fair
It was only when he became man did he realize he could cry when he was sad
It was only when he became a man did he realize he was robbed of childhood

When he became a man

he laid down in  bed
and although he was not yet done
He had no nightmares
he had not a need to cry tonight
and he had no
fear.

— The End —