With my words, I conjure up Hell, and Hell takes the form of the familiar. This shell will double, and double, and double. Prototype for the archetype am I. She, the murk, will permeate; hive mind motherhood.

I'm sorry you had to steal
what was already freely given.
I hope your heart never burns
like mine did the day I wrote that.
I give to you freely
what you honestly deserve,
that is a second chance,
and a word of advice.
Give from yourself,
no gift can ever be poorly graded.

Here she comes walking
The silent steps that hover on egg shells
Velvet incarnation
Her every word is where my mind dwells
There she goes walking
My body must be made of glass
Her eyes stay set forward
and I shatter with her pass

I'm telling lies to terrorize tame territory,
and so they'll strip me down, string me up, and bleed me dry of glory.
Mourning from the morning after, hanging from a ceiling rafter.
Two rows of platinum canines, call me a gangsta-veloci-rapper.

Truly emancipated, drinking whiskey from Lincoln's skull.
Proclamation of my bank roll grants more ***** than animal control.
Flicking cigarettes at MC's who think they're superior,
into their passenger window to burn holes in their interior.

I run all night, jiggle my handle after flushing.
All the plump gals seem to love me, I've got their cellulite a'blushing.
I don't like *****, but I'll sip on something Russian,
if you ship her in the mail first class from your Middle-Euro cousin.

If it's Opposite Day,
wouldn't it not be Opposite Day?

jesus christ i can't think straight he loves someone else and this smile on my face is burning my skin there's nothing i can do to make it go away there is this lightness in my body begging me to open up my skin and i don't know if i can ignore it any longer but oh it feels so good to have my heart ripped out again

I tried to fix you,
Because that's what I do.
I look for imperfections and cracks.
And as I tried to put your pieces
Back together, I
Noticed that I was
Slowly
Chipping away.
I am more broken than you.
Instead of putting you back
together, I should have been
saving myself.

Earnest eyes, rewarding lips

I love the way you treat my kiss

Bold attitude, untold devotion

I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion

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I’m standing on two feet alas

Only to bend back over

To feel the mastery in your grasp

And the protection in your hover

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Your bed is my favorite reality

Moving up and down, face to face

This is the recovery period

For the inconvenience of time and space

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I’ll be your girl til the end of the world

So long as it spins on its axis

I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head

So long as faith in each other is practiced

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I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate

in a battle lost between the cracks

Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,

and what we cannot take back

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I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold

to the circumstances of your trust

To function formally under your arms

in the disease that I call lust