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Astrid Ember Jan 2015
It feels like a black hole.

A black pit.
As if the devils
forbidden fruit was
an avocado
and this pit of black ink
is rooted in my veins.

He feels like a black hole.
Inside of me.
Taking all I am
He always wanted more...
      More's what he
got because I am
a lonely unwilling vein
having no choice in
if I want to
be penetrated
and stuffed full of
dope that'll make
me float.

He feels like unclean things...
Like battery acid burning
my eyes.
A corner in my brain
sectioned off for his poison.
I visit at night.
I visit in the dark.
I visit in the quietness
of being alone.

It's hard not to dwell
on the pain he's left behind
when it's the only real thing
I feel anymore.

Rivers flow from veins I never
knew I had as
I try to get his pollution
out of my air ways,
out of my blood,
out of my skin,
out of my hair,
trying to get
him out from under
my nails.
Trying to get him
out of my clothes,
out of my bed.
Trying to get him out
of my drink,
out of my food.

His breath is still in my ear.
His teeth are still chewing
my innocence.
His fingers playing with
the rest of my dignity.
The black mass of his
"love" still on my throat.
My vocal chords still in chains
my wrists still melted together
with his strong grip
above my head.
Chest still bruised
from when he put all
his weight there
anchoring me in place
"forceful flirting" is what he called
****** me.

He is still the weight pulling
down my tears.
And even as I write this
I am crying.
Tears filled with the
black hate he is.

I know that it doesn't
matter how much I
cry.
He will never be gone...
But one of these days
his corner will get smaller.
One of these days
It'll be easier to breathe.
One of these days his
poison won't be as
crippling.
One of these days
I'll get that *******
pit out of my veins.
Michael... I'm trying so hard to recover
  Jan 2015 Astrid Ember
Ellie Shelley
I see you in my photos
There you are in my videos
You haunt me
Looking at you is captivating
I know you not
I make up your story
I make up the reason for the small scar on your face
I see you in my photos
There you are in my videos
Haunting my imagination
I love seeing people in my photos I don't know.
  Jan 2015 Astrid Ember
WickedHope
I wish I was the one

who prepared

your meals,

so

I could spit in them.
If only you ate.
We're a couple of anorexic *******, aren't we?
  Jan 2015 Astrid Ember
Ellie Shelley
You made me fear myself
You made me do things I would have never wanted to do
I told everyone so I could get a bit of relief from them think I was so cool
But it only made me want to cry for myself even more
I didn't know how bad this was till the cops showed up at my door with your name lingering on their tongues
Tainting the room with the essences of my fear mixed with my infatuation
It made a bittersweet fog for me to fumble through, a bittersweet unknowing fog
I didn't know how bad this was till they made me take my shirt and pants off to show them bruises in the shape of you
When they took off my ribbons stained with an ink held in vein
Showing your name, more permanent than a tattoo
The scars still haunt me, making me flinch every time I change
I didn't realize what this fear could do to me
Slowly letting the cops drag bits and pieces of you from me
The pieces that I held close to my heart
The pieces that had left tears and wounds on me
Not quite able to see what you, my fear of you had done
I was barely able to see how big of a mistake I made for you
I did all of this out of my fear of you
My fear making me think I loved you
Fear did this to me
Oh fear, it drives me
It drove me to this
My fear of you
It drove me to this
You drove me to this
Or maybe I feared not you, but no you
Oh the fear I have of you, Its so terrifying
terrifying myself that at my youngest of thirty, or at my oldest forty five
You'll come and get me
Get me and not let me go
I smell you surrounding me
The first three months it comforted me
Now it sends me into a panic
I can feel you slowly pulling away my innocence
So slow and thrilling at first
Harsh and cruel as it goes
Slowly realizing there is no more to pull away
No more innocence
Only raw ***** skin
***** skin, so fragile, it could tear away any moment
The pain you give me
Now received by your claws ripping down drawing blood I've never spoken of
Your teeth leaving scars only seen by me
Time like that left untold, they built a dam of stories
It has leaks and holes, threatening to break open
It has me threatening to tell about the three days in November when you did more to me than I ever wanted
You ignored my whimpers and pleads of no
You pushed me, Making me yours
Making me your two cent *****
I still fear waking in your house wanting to leave but my fear keeping me rooted to the spot
Your touch making me a puppet for your use
A rag doll for your pleasure
Fear is such a simple word but the way it drives us is a complicated *******
A ******* that won't let us out of this metaphorical car
How was my fear able to shape me into this whimpering being afraid of the dark
Afraid of my monster
Afraid of my monster that made me a woman before I was even ready to be a girl
I have an immense fear of you
Fear that I will never be able to shake you
That you will always be around that corner ready to get me
My fear drives my more recklessly than an alcoholic at happy hour
It drives me to think that I was the one who did wrong
It drives me to dark places
Places where my fear pushes
Pushes me to my inevitable demise
My demise sending me down to hell
Sending me to have an eternity with you taunting me
You have shaped me into something no one should ever have to be
I throw myself into trying to forget you only to receive more shame
The shame of waking up tangled in sheets not able to find my shoes
You created me
I am afraid of a two headed monster
This monster is you and the me you created
I fear you
I fear no you
I fear having you
There is no balance to my insanity for you
The insanity you inspired
I am being driven by a simple emotion, turned oh so complicated
I am being driven and I can’t get out of this metaphorical car
I can’t get you out of my head
  Jan 2015 Astrid Ember
Ellie Shelley
You
Are
The
Hurricane
That
Finally
Broke
Everything
About
Me
  Jan 2015 Astrid Ember
Ellie Shelley
He’s standing
He stands so poetic
He stands by a tree
He stands strong
He stands weak
I start falling
I fall to my knees
I fall to the ground
I fall from the weight of my infatuation
I fall thinking of you
I am breaking my back
I break my back
I break my back trying to not think of you
I break my back under the weight of this
I break my back trying to not think of this
I can’t admit this
But I can’t just omit these feelings
You see I have only your name
I have not your feelings
Your emotions
Your fears
Your love
You only know my name
You do not have anything of me
You don’t want me
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