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Mar 2 · 356
I want to commit sins with you on Sunday mornings/bend your spine and learn every scripture in your story/ wet my fingers at the edge of every page/ be a sacrifice at your altar/A prisoner in your cell/dwell inside your pit, burn beneath your Hell.../
I want to commit sins with you on Sunday mornings, only ever praying that you never absolve me/
Nov 2018 · 184
Poetiknjustice Nov 2018
She's the type you fall in love with knowing you shouldn't/a special spice of life that you crave no matter how bitter the aftertaste or how poisonous the root...
Nov 2018 · 827
Poetiknjustice Nov 2018
Knew from the first kiss it was gonna end like this/but I'm addicted to this pain,baby I'm such a *******/so hurt me please with the razors in your lips/I've felt nothing for quite a while, but never nothing quite like this/love the way you take me in while I sip this poison from your skin/so if you’re gonna be the death of me, then let’s make it Macbeth up in this *****/let me write a couple acts/ while you try not to act impressed/ but I love the way you can't seem to hide the shaking in your legs...
Nov 2017 · 445
Poetiknjustice Nov 2017
If only she knew how she haunts my dreams/an apparition of beauty words could never speak/her voice calls as sweetly as her lips taste/or so I imagine/It's hard to fathom ever being deeper infatuated/I close my eyes to hold her visage even longer/but in the morning she'll be gone/carried away with the sun, her name, strangely now tastes bitter on my tongue/I wish I could find the right words to bring you to life/ channel the poets of former lives/read your mind to find the perfect way to make you stay/you consume my every thought/and yet, sometimes, I think you barely know my name...

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