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Rebel Heart Oct 2017
"Don't do drugs"
Everyone always says
They're addictive
Self-harming,
Cruel in every way.
I pledged to be drug-free
Since my pig-tail days.
But then you crashed into my life
And blew everything away.

My worst addiction
Was the sweetness of your lips
My favorite destruction
Written in your fingertips
My worst obsession
The deep color of your eyes
My favorite drug
In your sweet little lies.
Poem from some years ago I feel too deeply right now. Happy writing ~ BM

(Front Page 10/7/17)
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
She gave him her all
And, as the story goes,
He took her all and *left
Sometimes leaving is starting anew, but sometimes it's also burying the past and leaving them to suffocate in the mess left behind.
Rebel Heart Oct 2017
If there's any hope left
It's sewn in the edges of the stars
That sprinkle over the midnight sky
While I lay fitting perfectly
In your warm arms...

If there's any hope left
It's in the echoing sounds of the music
Dancing out of our guitars
While we strum and sing
Perfectly to the beat
Of our mending hearts...

If there's any hope left
I see it in your smile
And in the pool of your deep dark eyes
When you pull me close
Next to the cackling of the bonfire
And the sound of the gossiping woods...

If there's any hope left
I feel it in your lips
As they pull and whisper in mine
I feel it on your warm skin
As your fingers electrify my body
To spell out "I love you"
Over and over again
Till the morning wind
Blows on our fates
*And washes the hope away...
A resurrected piece that makes me think of how much has changed since the autumn season when this was written. This particular poem was a bit longer and a lot more depressing at the end so here's a sneak peek. I guess I'm back to taking over RH's account so happy writing lovelies~BM
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
Your eyes have seen all my demons
Your heart peeked at my soul
You even had tea with my skeletons
You picked up my pieces and made me whole

So why is there still something hallow
Entangled in the midst of my chest
Why are there horrid thoughts lurking,
These lingering demons leaving me stressed.

I wear my scars on my skin,
You tell me they make me strong,
I hesitantly take off my masks,
And wait for you to figure out you're wrong

I stand there waiting,
Doubts thundering in my brain
Slowly the lies diminish
My secrets wash away in the rain

Now there's just me and you
Though some of my demons linger too
And tonight I'm completely
Vulnerable...
Tonight I'll be completely
True
Tonight I'll open up my heart,
Completely
Just for *you
Intimacy like no other is the intimacy of the mind and connection of the heart and soul....
Written by a more younger version of RH that I found to be quite pleasing... Enjoy ~BM
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
She grew thorns...
Not to lure him in
        with deception
But to keep him out
        who was deception
For as beautiful as she was,
She was dangerous within
Her petals holding secrets
No world could bear...
She grew thorns
All to protect
Her fragile heart
From unleashing
Her sins...
A rose picked by any other would've been sweet... but it was he who was a sweet poison on her lips that turned her petals dark...
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
I guess
That after you,
I'm just* *cursed
To forever fear
Opening up
To anyone
Ever again

...
I've hidden
The pieces
Left of me
Deep inside
My steel heart

...
I'm just cursed
To forever push
Everyone away

...
Everywhere I look
I see these
Iron walls
Constricting
And yet...

...
I'm just cursed
To forever live
Behind these walls
I keep putting up

...
It's Dark
And Abandoned
Here
But it's
The only place
That's
Safe

...
I'm just
Cursed Lonely
**For forever and over again
It was hard enough knocking down my walls the first time around... thanks to you I'm almost unreachable now (excerpts from a journal a couple years ago so it has a bit of an immature vibe to it but I don't like editing my past works so here it is)
Rebel Heart Sep 2017
Sometimes,
There's more said
In the
silence
Than in
These broken
*words
I say too much in the silence
Because no matter how hard I try there never will be enough words in the world to describe anything...
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