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Amelia Jul 2015
cut me a line, tell me it's gonna be okay

hold me until i stop shaking
remind me to eat

cut me a line, lie to me and tell me you'll stay

pull your fingers through my hair
shake me awake, **** me to sleep

cut me a line, tell me i'm going to die
Amelia Jul 2015
once my teeth have all fallen out,
i will line them up like little bone tombstones,
and love my dentures more than
i will ever mourn my
flesh.
Amelia Jul 2015
maybe it was your brooding eyes
maybe it was your veins
maybe it was the fact that i can't stop imagining you with
your hands scraping at my back
because when i'm with you,
i can't help but feel like i'm radiating


visions of you running your lips down my back
keep me awake
and i can't ******* sit still
let me taste your ivory skin
let me feel your eyelashes under my lips
because, ****, without you i suffer

and i'm greedy with my touch
because i can't seem to get enough of you
no matter how much i grab
bite
kiss
lick

even thinking about this makes me shiver
**** me with no regret
Amelia Jul 2015
you're the only one
who's ever made the space between my legs feel so anxious

i just wanna submit to your touch
because your gaze just can't satiate this
need
anymore

you make my jaw tense
and my hands
grasp
at anything i can reach

these unfamiliar feelings
are the only things keeping me
hazy

sift through me

make me quake
Amelia Jun 2015
x rated thoughts invade my mind when i see you
but instead of thinking **** me
i want you to love me
i want you to make love to me
i want to hold you and tell you you're beautiful until you believe it
i am aching to kiss the small of your back
breathe words trying to express my feelings for you onto your bare skin
and i want you to know that every time you touch me
i'm giving you a piece of myself
take care of it
you're pulling me apart and i love it


i guess you make me emotionally *****
DONT BE SURPRISED IF I DELETE THIS TOMORROW
Amelia Jun 2015
when you have to choose between
teeth
and
the cure to your pain

when you have to choose between
dignity
and
self-preservation

when you have to choose between
living
and
surviving
im sorry im on drugs.
Amelia Jun 2015
tm
slurred words of "**** me"
and "that feels nice"
blurry visions of your eyes 
getting a view of the back 
of your head 

people ask why it happened
"I don't know. 
I was high."

is it still an excuse if staying high
was only to feel normal?
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