I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.

Which came first:
The egg,
The chicken,
Or
The pecker?

Anxious hand
Stop shaking.
They can hear it rattling in your bones
All the broken pieces of your soul
Clanging together
Like chimes in the wind.

Nervous heart
Stop beating.
I want you to move
Only less.
Make me remember the times you beat
Because I was excited
The times I was able to feel something
Before this disease took me hostage.

Twisted mind
Stop falling.
The trap is holding you in it's talons
Like a wounded child
You cannot fight the claws
Attempting to grind you into bits.
You are sick
But they only see
Your clutter.

Broken body
Stop fighting.
When you try to resist the disorder
This dysfunction
This conqueror
You only hurt the very one
You have been trying to save.

She was suicidal and
sick to the bone. He
was a boy with a mind
of his own. He walked
around with his smokes.
While she walked around
with her body aches and
hurt. They stumbled upon
one another. That was when
he started flirting. He never
questioned her about the
sins her hands did. Neither
about the places where the
razor blade caressed her skin.
He only asked to marry her
and stay by her side till the
end. Till she's healthy and
strong. Till she chops off the
arms of her past. Till she
bursts in giggles and laughs.
And that was when he asked
for her to be his first kiss
while he approached to her
rosy lips* ~

You and I are just two lonely souls
Pretending we have something to hold onto,
Because when my eyes drift off into sleep at night,
I will realize that I never truly desired to be laying next to you.
And when you wake up in the morning to the smell of my perfume and the sight of our stained pillows,
You will find that a broken heart and a fractured mind cannot simply be won over by one-liners.

Blunt my sense of mischief
With your Christ figure mentalities
And I will caress the concaves of your body
With my Satanic, forked tongue.