She reached for her savior  - a small and subtle release that would end all the ferrous pitter-patter in her brain.  as she placed, what she considered sweet fae in a world of demon,  in to her ears, she breathed deep and heavy - broken and ready.  

this love never let her down. the glorious sounds of others pain, love, heartbreak and triumph streamed into her blood system before heading right to her heart while she forgot all that was ever wrong with her beautiful existence .

A soul crushing loneliness
like the feeling of a sudden hurricane,
forcing you up and out of your home;
warm and safe.

And all along the wet streets
my heart hangs from sleeves, ready for slaying,
trusting all, too much, too soon;
but why wait?

right now.
every day.
forever.
the timbre of your voice echoes
through my haunted mind
and its a series of very distinct sounds.
passionate, depriving, and when in the throes,
beautifully reminiscent of those times
when i had someone
right then.
every day.
whenever.

Creativity, ****** into me from something
called a beginning.
And his deep rumble of a chuckle reminds me
that despite the simplicity of nurture
humans are intricate beings
of an intimate nature.
Even when we do break, in anger or spite,
there's perfection in the heights of our peaks.
So, he slips me slivers of encouragement
with every plunge, buried deep,
before we drift off to sleep.

i cant sleep* she whispered.
she thought that meant something,
like maybe she misplaced her need;
but he always seemed to find it
hidden sweetly between her knees.

tension you can split
with the tip of your tongue
because thoughts of you linger
in places
they should not.
a warm hand resting on my thigh
inching up ever-so-slowly,
like it may never reach its
intended
destination.
So, i
breathe in - deep.
And i
bite my bottom lip
because we will meet.

an old song is like taking another's history
and holding it forever.
mulling it over; the words, the sound, the fever.
your soul shaping it into pearl or coal
depending on those memories
depending on your memory
depending on how he sang those words
when they slipped into your subconscious
and decided to stay without your consent.
his songs; still haunting with every single listen.