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Oct 2015 · 710
My Lazarus
Brandi Oct 2015
....... He'll never know. Ever know that I cheat on him with a dead man. the nights he says I hum in my sleep, it's cause I'm singing to you as you stroke my cheeks.
I giggle pretending he's crazy but 'tis really me that's the loon, calling for a dead boy in my dreams and not knowin' till the livin' one hushes me.

....... He'll never ever know. That while he's lovin' me in my sleep, I'm curled in a breathin' man's chest heaves. I'm grateful he'll never see me wake, clingin' to another in the sun's full rays. Despite all my desperate pleas for me to remain, the light always steals me away and I wait with bitter disappointment for the one that only night's sweet shade can bring
Feb 2015 · 542
Panic switch
Brandi Feb 2015
I can't. It hurts too much, I love you and I never said it and it ended too soon and now the words are ******* burnt on top of my tongue and heart forever stitched into my memory like an infected
Wound closed too early that harbors a breeding infection worsening with time. And I hate it, wish I could cut it out like a nagging splinter but I can't because it's intangible so ******* and **** this and **** me for
Letting you sear me branding your face into my eye sockets so I can't rest and I close my lids on purpose just to see you. So when he thinks I'm lost in kissing him my eyes are ******* shut because I'm saying hi to you again with my lips.
Sep 2014 · 331
Untitled
Brandi Sep 2014
"I like your veins" was the first thing I
ever said to you.
You laughed and let me trace them
with my fingertips up your arm.
And then we couldn't stop. Everyone
in the crowded room seemed to watch.
Apr 2014 · 477
Stigmata of the Heart
Brandi Apr 2014
To the boy who held me like I was his teddy bear
I dreamt of you nearly every night these past 4 months
and woke up sad, missing you
I bled for you
Biting my tongue to hold it from
telling you everything that my heart screamed
Because I, the girl who doesn't jump during horror films
walks through cemeteries at night
sometimes leaves the front door unlocked
and always speeds through yellow lights
was too ******* scared to show you my insides

Today I saw her. And you with your arms around her
Your face was hidden but hers wasn't
Her smile, those happy teeth tore into me like a jagged hot knife
and seared the tendrils of my insides that I worked so hard to guard
That's what it took to lay bare my weak heart
in a message to you that bore all the words buried alive
on the battlefield of my scarred tongue

Love heals all wounds
what about the ones love makes
that open up and bleed afresh
when thoughts of you fall
like brittle thorns from my wandering mind
trickling between the ribs unnoticeable
a quiet wound to suffer
a heavy cross to bear
this stigmata of the heart
Mar 2014 · 587
Yellowed and Fettered
Brandi Mar 2014
The books that are old,
weathered, and worn
are the ones to behold,
love, and keep from scorn

Crack their spines
and anytime could be the last
but you'll find
that pleasure floods your senses fast
from the breath of disused pages
emanating the dust of moths' wings
is contagious
as they sing
the words of a generation forgotten
a voice, a mind, a soul
misbegotten
to tell the tales untold
but not forgotten

never forgotten
as long as there are eyes
to soak them in before
they rotten
and sink into the neglected graves
overgrown and decrepit
a fate so many try to stave
yet so few manage in this day and age
of kindles, nooks, and electronic
books

a world on the verge
of betraying the written word
on pages that need to be turned
to resurrect, transport, disgorge
a once tangible strife
and give respite to the reader's
ever folding life
Feb 2014 · 3.8k
Sweetheart.
Brandi Feb 2014
You were the perfect **** buddy
No talking, just *** and cuddling
A mutual agreement between our bodies
A few months and then end of story

Two years later you reappear
A new man, who talks and listens
with words of care
Wanting and searching for
something that just is not there.
I liked your tattoos, your height,
your eyes, your strength, and your hair.
But the love you're looking for was
never a part of our affair
Jan 2014 · 2.5k
Max,
Brandi Jan 2014
Remember the time we ate shrooms
and spent the night lying in a graveyard
my shoe broke on the long walk home
and you carried me across the parking lot
because there could have been glass

Remember the time you saved me
from a boy I didn't want to kiss
you hid me at the top of a rocket ship
and every time he tried to enter
you shoved him down with your foot

Remember the times we laid side by side
on the cold wooden floor and blasted music
all night long till the stars ceased to shine

Remember the time you got out of jail
and walked to my house
to crawl into my bed but found another boy there instead
you quietly left and I had no clue
till you confessed later

Remember the time you left early in the morning
to catch your flight
and I didn't wake up
but when I did there were two CDs on my pillow
that you had spent all night making

Remember the time you said I was wifey material
after I danced on stage
at a white rave
in my black bra

Remember the time I dyed my hair green
and met your visiting girlfriend
and you said I looked like medusa
I wanted to sock you

Remember the time we got drunk and took xanax
and laid in my bed
you made your move then
and I giggled during our kiss
because I was high and scared it'd change us
but it hurt your feelings on accident

Remember the time I started hooking up
with your best friend/roommate
and you had to sleep on the couch
I'm sorry I was so callous

Remember the time you sent me
a christmas present
it was a build-able straw
the best thing anyone has ever given me

Remember the times you tried to love me
and I wouldn't let you
now you're gone chasing ******
and I miss you so much
that I write to you all the time
I write about you
because I can't stop talking to you
even when you disappear
Brandi Jan 2014
This is the year I'll try
to be brave
and stop running
I can't guarantee it'll work
I won't promise that I will
but I'll try
Try to let a boy in
I know it sounds cliché
but I need to let someone figure me out

A cold sore and a box of tampons
On the eve of new year's eve
Was my wake up call
a cosmic karma ***** slap if you will
A sign from the gods that there will be hell to pay
if I don't try to change my ways
Enough of the hunt and chase they say
for I've carpeted my dense forest
with all the maimed hearts from seven years
of a coquettish past

But how to change?
How does the hunter willingly become the hunted
to throw down one's crossbow and wait defenseless
I'm so good at what I do
How do I force myself to lose my self in order to stop the
vicious thing I've become
Dec 2013 · 608
Hungry Love
Brandi Dec 2013
The Whole Foods vampire
Works behind the bread counter
I want to lick the flour dust
Off his ivory fingertips
And explore his body's every inch

I'd like to see that skin in the
moonlight
To see him really come alive
Reflecting the glimmer of pale life
That white can show on other white

I'd like to leave my marks all over him
Trace my desire upon his skin
Brush of red lipstick
Delicate pink scratches
Tender blue love bites

For a second he smiles at me
Like he's seen my whole fantasy
Then hands my sliced bread to me
And asks if that is all I need...
Brandi Nov 2013
I like the ones with the devilish look to them
but you're seraphic even on your worst day

If you looked a tad bit naughty when being mischievous
instead of so ******* sweet
I think I'd fall harder for you
and faster than when Lucifer tumbled headlong from heaven

Like the morning star, I probably wouldn't have given a **** during the descent
Expecting the hurt when I hit
But loving every second of it
Since the pain was worth every ounce of the pleasure
Nov 2013 · 487
(e)
Brandi Nov 2013
(e)
I stare at the red on the floor
And I realize I love you more than
anything
I'd cover your veins if i could
To stop the metal you poke them
with
I wish I knew what made you hurt
So I could carve pieces of my heart
into little pills
And fill your bottles with them
Nov 2013 · 644
No Pause
Brandi Nov 2013
Please don't keep me waiting
I'm impatient and it's frustrating
I can't help but crave
What only your touch can stave
Nov 2013 · 653
Dear Tumbleweed,
Brandi Nov 2013
Every time we're entwined
I know you wonder why I shut my
eyes
The truth is your love makes me feel
like I'm staring into the sun
It burns my nerves til I'm undone
and with no defenses left between
I shut them tight to avoid from being
seen

But you're the only boy I can't fool
and you must think me very cruel
when you ask me to look into your eyes
as you feel me from inside
but I simply cannot make love to you
when ******* is all I know how to do.
Brandi Nov 2013
Two men have given me books in my lifetime... up to this moment. I wish more had. When I graze my fingers horizontally along the spines of each story shoved into my shelves only two books cause them to stop and linger. A book is such an underrated gift.
The first boy to give me a book knows a side of me that no one else does. I talk to him constantly despite the distance, yet I can't save him. He has an addictive personality. It's the drugs, it's the alcohol, it's the sadness, it's the tortured creativeness in him, it's the live life fast anarchism of **** the world. I've been careless with the book he gave me. It has sat neglected for a long time, I haven't even finished it. I've tried but I just can't get into it. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, as you can tell from the title it is all about taking mad amounts of LSD while living during the 70s and following around a bunch of now famous bands and being wild and being untethered from social constraints. He gave me a piece of his freedom fetish that intimidates me because I know deep down that if we're together we'd tear through the world in a feverish pace. So fast that there's no way we could live a decent life without having burned up everything we could ever do that it'd have to die tragically and quickly.
The second boy gave me a bittersweet love story set in a world filled with magic. It's characters had tattoos of protection symbols, strange powers, and a girl in love with a boy who ****** her off but was gorgeous in a bad way. The boy who gave me this story hid behind his tattoos and made me promise to not fall in love with him during our first date. I read the novel nonstop and finished it two days later. He gave me the sequel with the stipulation that I give away these books whenever I was done with them to someone I thought would truly appreciate them. I cried after the second book and like the story's main characters we couldn't get pass our self-made obstacles to make our love work. For a year I refused to pass them on for it was one of the few things I had left of this boy. Until the day I sat by an army officer on the plane home and he was almost done with the first novel and I coincidentally had the second novel. It was just too coincidental to pass up on so I gave the man a story to carry with him. A story he didn't even know was deeper than the words on the pages. I still have the first book and always will just like the tiny, faint, tender pink scar he left in my heart.
**** diamonds, **** flowers, **** songs, **** baby animals, **** anything trivial you could ever give me as a girl. **** all that **** other women like. Give me a book, a story, a poem, a letter, and i'll remember you forever.
Nov 2013 · 475
Forever and Always
Brandi Nov 2013
If I could, I'd love you forever
If I did, you'd run away always

So
I've chained my butterflies
Cut out my heart's tongue
Blinded my mind's eyes

But
If I could, I'd curl next to you always
Yet
If I did, you'd steal me forever
Brandi Nov 2013
I feel nothing when you talk to me.
I've cut you out of my heart
It was slow and it stung.
Now you're just a sensitive scar

I feel nothing when you look at me.
Just dried up butterflies
Who flap their wings
one last time
Before they crumble to
ash in the pit of my
stomach

I don't feel for you like I used to.
You gave the fatal blow to us
But I finished the job.
Was it ****** or was it just lust?
I don't think we know the difference.
Nov 2013 · 985
How a Teddy Bear feels
Brandi Nov 2013
Smothered in love
I'm not getting a wink of sleep tonight,
That's for sure

My face buried in your chest
I've never felt a heart beat as forcefully as yours does
It kicks so hard against my cheek
I'd swear you were awake
If you weren't snoring on my forehead

When I think you're dead to the world
I attempt my escape
But your arms tighten the second I wriggle
Drawing me in even closer
I give up, I'm not sleeping tonight
That's for sure

I'll just lie here
and breathe you in
all the while longing for sleep
but knowing that I'd rather lie here awake
folded into you
than somewhere else asleep without you

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