Alcohol fills my belly again.
You haven’t kissed me once tonight.
I wish i had more
To pour
Down my throat.
Your hands are reserved for her hips;
Your lips on HER lips.
Fifty spears piercing my heart.
But i will settle for waking up where you are

A piece of me has died, leaving me widowed. I bring flowers to the graveyard every morning…
Yes, I am mourning

I believe in reincarnation
because there is no way
something this powerful
could be formed in one lifetime

You not being able to trust me is comparable to life spent in prison. I comitted crimes before, pleading guilty to sleeping with another man before you even asked. I would not have shed my clothes for him had I known  you were coming back. I know now that fights do not always lead to a final goodbye.

His touch felt so strange. Boney hands glided across my skin. He didn't give me goosebumps. Instead, the tips of his fingers were bees.  I lost your trust in exchange for being stung a dozen times. You gave me a life sentence, when i am already imprisoned by my conscience.

Please consider a retrial

April-** I could have let it be a one night stand but your body was magnetic.
May- On my birthday I only wished for you.
June-  Our first big fight had us erupting like Mt St. Helens. I drank a bottle of cough syrup and spilled my guts. " I love you " I said. You said it back.
July- I found out you were talking to another woman. I was devastated. I'm with another man; maybe that is how you felt.
August- The discussions about me leaving him are becoming more serious. You are moving back in with your mother soon. Ultimately, I decided suicide was my only option.
September- I did it. I left him for you.
October- Arguments are frequent, and one got me so heated that I went upstate for a few weeks. The first night I got there, I gave myself away to another man. It only made the pain stop throbbing for a moment.
November-  My dad wants to strangle you, and he says you are no longer welcome in the house. Myself and my family are now concerned that one day you will hurt me; and not with your words. I would still love you so.
December- Some nights you are my heater, but most you leave me in the blistering cold.

The potency of your poison was not enough to **** me. You burned through two layers of skin and I just stood there.
I stayed.
My flesh and bones melted from your lava words. I'm gathered in such a lovely pile on the floor, until I'm blown away by your words. The words that originated from the same place that used to send compliments and kisses my way.
You made the most beautiful mess of me.
You left me half dead and vacant, within arms reach.
It was glorious,
but please sweep me
up off my feet.

Euphoria is when i'm drugged up on our body,
The doses you give aren't enough to make me die.
I want to o.d.

Your nakedness upon mine.
Shivers creeping  up my spine.

I adore the love marks you scatter across my neck,
so everyone knows I'm yours.
They start out as a deep purple, the color of my hair.
Oh how I hate when they start to fade.
Bite harder, make it permanent.
My ex lovers have left constant reminders, but I want you to make your mark stand out.
I'm yours to use,
to ****,
to abuse,
to love.

Be on top of me, always.
Be inside, forever.
I want your sweat, tears, ***, blood.
Everything your body leaks is something to be jealous of.
Why would anything ever want to escape your body?

Toss me, turn me.
Heal me, hurt me.

**** me, **** me.

Lust and love go hand in hand.
Lead me to your room,
we shall sprawl across the bed.
Let's act untamed, act only on our instincts.
Spread me how you please,
pin me down where you would like.
Put your hands around my throat until I am gasping for air.
Take me, take me