Caroline Grace

Caroline Grace Mar 2014

Lips dangling right above yours
Your hot breath sparking against my skin
Again and again
The hum drum of your greedy hands
At the sharp end of my pelvis
Pressing
Transferring jolts through the core of my body

Your whispers beg for more moans
Groans left to disguise the inner gears
Creaking, screaming against the friction
Turning
Endlessly
Unwillingly
Just enough
Till you closes your eyes

This is
Your nobility
This is
Your felicity
and my captivity

Your chance to shine
Against the ripples of my bare skin
Your chance for fingertips
To dance across my ****

My favorite part
Is hiding in the blankets
Safe from your touch
My favorite part
is clutching the wall
Reaching the temporary end
Knowing there will only be
Another day to begin
When lights darken.

This is a lot more graphic and crude than my normal writing but I didn't write this for anyone else but me. It is raw. It is real. And it's here whether or not you choose to like it.

Caroline Grace Mar 2014

Transient Alignment

He walked with an ambiance as if no one could break his collected composure;
Not even me.
His face played the role of a soldier, no one could infiltrate his enigma;
Not even me.
So I breathed in oxygen dampened by the strife hidden in his eyes
I swayed nonchalantly by his facade
Tempted to scream, beckoned to fall at his godforsaken knees
To beg for his return if he so pleased.

But each quickened pulse, each boil of blood drove my heart
Every mile away, my feet following it astray.
The stars lapsed into their old places as if they knew no other way.
The poignant silence
Mustered one word
Before the heavens faded
One singular trivial phrase:
"Hey."

Caroline Grace Jan 2014

Run

Run from the woods
That holds the blood of your soul
Run from the wind
That rips and tears at your clothes
Run from the tree
That bears your shameful name
Because hidden beneath
Leaves and debris
Lies the skin of a little girl

Caroline Grace Jan 2014

The Game

It isn't healthy; the way we live by each ration each tidbit of each other's lives
that slides through the grape vine.
We thrive on the unquenchable thirst
The untameable yearn
For the space in our fingers
The cold in our beds
And the void in our hearts.
To meet an end.

But it was me
Who tore the unbreakable apart.
It was me
Who fled when we came too close, came too far.

I convinced my brain to believe
That you were no good for me.
A vermin.
A thief.
But my heart slowed on the day my lips told you to go
The day my hands led you away
But my eyes I begged you to stay.

Your name is still the one I breath
As I drift off to sleep
Yet your name is the one I
Scream
In the terror of my dreams.

So tell me, who has won?
Who has claimed checkmate
In the game of love and hate?
No one can say.
Because the game is not over;
It has only just begun.

Caroline Grace Jan 2014

Last of All

Today there is no fluidity.
No breathtaking analogies.
Just simple, poor, old me
And these tears that creep too easily down my cheeks.

Do you know what the hardest thing is?
Knowing with every fiber of my being
That no future passion can match
The one we had
Cradled in each other's arms
Two frail, broken souls
Two crashed and burned worlds
Irrevocably at each other's disposal.

I want that.
I want you.
More now than any other time before.

With complete awareness of your insanity
With sound believe in your cruelty
I know
When the grass withers
When stars burn out:

*You may have loved me first
But I will *always love you last of all.

Caroline Grace Jan 2014

The Devil's Daughter

The news which rolls nonchalantly off her tongue
Doesn't send a jolt of hatred through my veins.
Nor are those tears which
Incessantly sting my eyes
Because this is no surprise.

So what if he had another warm body
Pressed against his chest
Towards the end?
I was cringing at his touch by then.

He knew my every motion so
He must have known his charming love wouldn't have a fairytale farewell.

But really?
With her?

The one he so adamantly claimed to hate,
Day after day to the point of revulsion?
He tasted those lips which spewed nothing but cruelty in his general direction.

But we accept the love we think we deserve.
So he really must gag at his morning reflection
If she is his final decision.

Well here it is sweetie:
May your visit down under
Be ever so warm and inviting;
I've heard the devil's daughter
Throws one hell of a party.

Caroline Grace Jan 2014

Oh, the Irony

He is the one
You want on your lock screen
As picture of him
Kissing your cheek.
His is the one
You dream of
Whispering and comforting
With warm arms to hold me.
He is the one
You find yourself
Spilling out your hopes
And loosing your trust to.
He is the one
Who knows what you need
When you're angry.

Not the one
They pat you on the back for
Proclaiming "He's a keeper!"
Not the one
They are so quickly to befriend.

They do not state love for him
No not at all,
Far from it.
Yet still he is the one
That claws at my heart
He is the one who has
From the very start
On that November day
When he smiled so bashfully
And said "Hey".
But he is not the one
Or so they say.