You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to  **forget you.

I want your lies
To coat my tongue
Like a drugged serum

Kiss my skin
Like you mean it
Love me hard enough for me to feel it

Touch me right
Open me like a present
Lets hope this is not just a figment ( of my fantasies )

Baby , baby
Come and take me
Make my  night just a bit better after you visit

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

'Kiss her ! Kiss her ! '
The voices chant in his head
' She's drunk ! She's drunk ! '
They urge him to do it .

He leans down
A smile covers her face
A word slips out of her mouth
Two lips shut her up .

Her mouth tastes like wine
Her tongue is like a vine
Coiling around him
Like a snake*

Let's just hope this isn't fake ...

The touch is soft
Like a feather
That's kissed my face.

The arms wrap
Around my waist
Undoing buttons in haste .

Liquor bottles lay
Unopened on the floor
Waiting to be drunk.

Pants sliding down
Skirts hitched up
Mouth in place
( My love in your face )

Music , check
Liquor , check
Love , check
All we need is a ....