if he says please,
you're supposed to do what he wants.
he expects you to make the journey down south,
and if he says please,
you have to do what he asks.
there's no such thing as "no,"
if he's nice.
you'll listen to him,
if he says please.
but if you say please,
at once, he must stop.
although, often it isn't please anymore.

so,
this is my warning to you.
if you love a man who says please,
he doesn't feel the same.
he wants your service
for only one thing,
and he knows to always use please
to quiet your pain.
six letters will build you up,
break you down,
and hurt you.
you don't have to listen
to his please.

i open my window at night,
in hopes that i'll wake up to you
curled by my side.
i've found out,
however,
that the only thing i wake up to
is rain water
splashed across my **** body.

Red hair framed her pixie-like face in a way that out-shined anybody else within the vicinity of her.
Blue eyes, speckled with white, found my own in a way that no one else ever could.

'****,' I thought.

hot breath spilled over my bare neck,
and all i could smell was Jack Daniels.
clammy hands made their way onto my petite body,
but i couldn't feel any of it.
someone else was on my mind.

you were a faded dream,
a hopeless sigh.
you're the voice i had lost,
and the tear that fell.

i could think of you forever,
but eternity can't last.
infinity is a thought,
that i couldn't think.

i can still remember
your soothing hands
lying on my chest.
not trying to touch me,
but to pry apart my rib cage
in hopes to enter my heart chambers.

the thing that i miss the most,
is the moment
that never even happened.

Blood rises to the surface of my flesh
whenever I'm cold.
Just like the heat blurs your windows
whenever you ****.

"I love you" should not be used as a choke chain
it should not bring you crawling back

You should have no Master

Anyone who says love hurts has been on a leash
I am no different
I too have marks around my neck

If you really want to hurt me do not call me
***** or sadist or selfish

If you really want to hurt me add a razors edge
when you whisper that I am
undeserving and weak

Pour salt on my pillow when you approach my sleeping form
and tell me I am not
mysterious or interesting

And I’ll pretend I was asleep the entire time
Another incident of hate put to rest with my sleepy head

And when I leave in the morning you will put the collar laced with lies around my neck

But love is about appreciation not possession
and you have never loved nor owned me

it turns out that chucks
are not the best shoes
to wear in the snow

the cold snuck in
my feet got cold
my toes froze

that was five hours ago
they still haven't warmed up

I’m sorry I drank your bottles of tequila
but you left me by myself the whole summer
with a broken heart and a ****** job and an empty house

you left me rattling in the wind
you left me like bones in a ditch

you left me with a drawer full of drugs
and smoke coming out of my pores

you left me trying to bleach my bones with the sunlight

and when you came home after 4 months of me destroying myself
and you found me in a drugged slumber with a cigarette in my hand

you threw the now empty bottles at the wall
and the shards are still there
cutting themselves in the glare through the window

but what did you expect
I'd been hearing things from people that i don't wanna talk to
like it matters who you're sleeping with now

Yes
The shards of glass are still embedded in the wall
You are still embedded in my heart

And here's me
Smoking a cigarette in your sweatshirt

And there's you
Anywhere but here