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Life through the light
was lovely
and clean.
Darkness hides
a mess.
***** little things.
Such a stigma
to what lies in
shallow corners.
The desire
the need to bring it
out into the sun.
Let it be.
Let them see.
Shut your eyes.
Welcome the night.
Let it be.
to be me.
I'm captivated by your angelic voice
I never thought it would be so deafening

Your scent is taking over my system
My nose was bleeding

I had to look at your face
My eyes couldn't stop tearing

I feel your touch on my skin
I feel it burning
 Aug 2016 Badonko
Kerri
She's a messy lover.
She's most beautiful
in wrinkled sheets
and unmade beds.
With tangled hair,
chapped lips,
and confidence,
she draws you close.
She's a slow kisser.
She savors
every breath
you draw from each other,
until you're
living inside of her
and her inside of you.
She's the painting
that was never finished,
but is somehow
a ******* masterpiece.
She's a puzzle
that you'll never figure out,
and for that
you'll only desire her more.
She will
tame you with her charm,
frighten you with her truth,
and
make you fall in love with her,
because
you will never find a woman
as
simply complex
as her...
I can't escape you
In every lustful thought
You're there.

If my mind is wandering
It's headed straight into your arms.

So I can wrap my wrists around your waist.
So I can taste your mouth until I mistake it for my own.
So I can become entirely caught up in you.

I just want to
Escape you
Or
Swallow
You
Whole.
I'm being taken over
Who do you have to cry to
At 3 o'clock
In the
Morning
I threw the cigarettes away. I threw them away. I threw them away.
And nothing's the
SAME ANYMORE

And I'm losing it
I'm losing touch with myself

Because I lost touch with you.

You stopped writing me.
I looked for your words of love
But they were no where to be found.

Because I asked you to stop them.
Because I asked you.
I did.

But now they're gone.
And nothing is the
Same anymore.
We're all still smiling but nothing's the same. Not the change I craved. Not the heartache I asked for. Nothing is right anymore.
Her lips
And your kiss.

Her eyes
And your sparkle.

Her movements
On your body.

If I could
Mix and match
Your pieces

Make you dance for me
Make you comfort me
Make you love me

This new concoction of
Mismatched parts
That don't belong together
And now
It is time
To get to know myself.

What a frightening
Wonderful
Thing.
Alcohol
Cigarettes
And every thought of you.
Who is this *******
Who gave me permission
To do things like
Love
and
Kiss
and
Desire.

What kind of a person allows that?

Did they not realize
That I would crave
To act on those
Behaviors?

Of course I will love.
Of course I will kiss.
Of course I will desire.

But why would someone gift me
Things that can
Hurt me in return?

Unrequited
Unwanted
Uninterested

How cruel of the person
Who gave me permission
To try.
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