It looks inviting.
Clean. Fresh. Sweet.
I carefully touch it's cold and tight skin,
Lifting it slightly with a few fingers.
Feeling out, all over its ripe flesh;
Feeling out the soft and moist spots,
As gently as possible with a knowing finger.
Even just by looking, I can tell that the flesh behind the skin will be juicy.

After the briefest pause to appreciate the appetizing view,
I bring my mouth down onto it
Feeling the cold skin become
very warm against my mouth.
My mouth attaches to its skin and takes it apart with skilled suction,
(I'd hate to needlessly tear the skin to shreds with my teeth)
Immediately, my mouth is suddenly sweetly flooded with those sticky juices;
That savory flavor flowing down my face, mixed in with the taste of my own saliva.
...
I taste and drink it in. All of it.
The taste, the smell, the flavor.
I nibble away, emphatically and eagerly;
Excited by the rich and strong taste of it,
Pouring itself out to me from underneath it's skin.
I am enraptured by the entirety of it.
I wish I could eat Pears, everyday.

If someone were to read another's diary,
A line made of trust would be broken.
To violate a person's thoughts and feelings...
This is an act that's high on the betrayal hierarchy.
It's true that a diary holds words unspoken.
To know someone's deepest desires is a notion quite appealing.
To know a persons deepest fears is a notion quite thrilling.
To read someone's diary is the closest thing we have to mind reading.
Tell me this.
Is the surge of power...
Worth the violation....
that could cost you a friend?
Are you ready for the trust I have in you to end?

It was the waves you always went to -
At night under a blanket of stars

I was whispering to the moon -
When you heard me

Darling, here comes the start ..

I surrendered to the seabed;
The waters knew the way to you

You chased the moonlight's reflection
Sailing down the horizon hues -

Where the skies kissed the sea -
You kissed my soul anew

The stars fell onto my lap
And bow did the moon

You spoke of galaxies
You spoke of the heavens

And to places together we’ll fly

Oh but, darling!  
I was only falling deeper -
Into the wonders of your eyes

Colours started parting
Rolling the night away

And so the earth circled -
Towards the sunlight of that day

Satan himself is an angel compared to you.

No one could save her, she was already gone.

She had died inside a long time before.

She was so good at faking, she fooled herself into believing she was happy.

They tried to save the body, not the girl

All the alcohol in the world couldn't numb the pain I feel tonight.

It's not your fault for leaving, it's my fault for trusting you to stay.

Don't call me your angel when you almost made me one.

And nobody could foresee the you, you turned out to be..

Scribble, Scribble, Scribble. The scratch-work of a madman.
Dribble, dribble, dribble from a half cooked brain.
Half up, Half down, half here, half elsewhere,
Half heartedly chasing a thought.
If there’s a point here,
I’ve lost it
again.

No.
That was it.
Of course, it was her.
The one who flirts with my tired mind
as she sends him unravelling and
screaming like a maniac off of his meds.
The little ***** that tricks with games I always lose.  

Lavender, rosemary. What’s this I’m on about again?
It’s vanished. Disappeared. No hope to regain.  
I tell myself stories  until I just
lose the plot. What? ****. Not again.
I’m so, so sorry.
I just can’t
even.