In a forest,
a young girl and
a man
stroll,
taking in the beauty of nature.

Atop a fallen tree,
they share a tender kiss
and touch,
a moment sweet and meant to be savoured.

She had never felt
so loved and
he was just
happy
to corrupt her innocence.

He was too old
and she too young,
so when she had her doubts,
He took the opportunity to prey on
another
more vulnerable
victim.

A wilted flower,
plucked by a scary black crow,
growing in new dirt.

“When we do talk,
it’s uninteresting
and just dumb.”

The feeling is mutual.

I’ve got all my fingers,
The knife goes CHOP CHOP CHOP

If I miss the spaces in between,
My fingers will come off!

Slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slit,
I’m picking up the speed.

If I miss the spaces in between,
My wrists will surely bleed.

Your teeth sink into my flesh,
A knot tying in my stomach.
Clothing is lost,
And despite being in my most vulnerable position,
I trust you completely.

The knot ties tighter,
And tighter.
Burning, stinging, throbbing sensations envelop me,
And soon,
The knot of writhing, wriggles snakes unties,
And pure bliss consumes me.

There was no plan.

It just happened.

All at once,
Paroxysms of emotion,
Violent,
Uncontrollable emotion.

You never crossed my mind,
Nobody did,
Until it was too late.

Lying in the cool bath water,
Self-medicating,
I told myself that it wouldn’t be long.

The voices on the other side of the door,
Assured me that everything would be the same,
Whether I lived or died.

Then,
Against my will,
My stomach flipped,
And the emotions that I swallowed,
Ended up on the floor.

I gave up,
Cleaned up,
And passed out.

My head spins,
As I lie down.

I stare at the ceiling,
Feeling light,
Weightless.

And sick.

Gathering strength,
I lift myself from my bed,
And carry myself to the bathroom.

In the mirror,
I see a whale.

Despite so long of holding back desire and cravings,
What i see is still the same,
And it will never change.

Warm in your arms,
And walking on air.

The clouds formed a path and led me home.

When I got there,
The clouds twisted,
And I was no longer floating,
But falling.

Shouting of the heavy wind,
Red raindrops,
Thundering bass.

Not even music can save me from this storm.

When those thoughts keep you up at night,
When the pain makes your chest feel too tight,
When you’ve lost all the will to fight,

I will always be here.

I’d run to your home in the dead of night,
Bring you into my arms and hold you tight,
Hand you your sword and shield to fight,

Because I’ll always be here.

We all have something to praise,
A god, a person, an object.

He always told me he praised the sun.

Soon,
I became his sun.

I never understood when he said I’m the light of his life.
Because to me,
He was the sun.

He brought warmth to everyone he passed.

And then I looked inside him, and was shocked.

The sun that had always shone so bright was dim and collapsing in on itself.
It felt like looking in a mirror.

At that moment,
I finally understood,

That I truly am his sun,
And he is mine.