We crawled through your window.
Me drunk on the thought of you,
and you drunk on knowing what you were about to get.
I slid through the window and you caught me,
pulled me in close,
you kissed me like I had never been kissed before.
My whole body shook with need for you.
And if I am being honest,
my body still shakes when I think of that first kiss.

you asked me to come over,
it sickened me how much I wanted to.

It was the way you said my name that ****** me up.
The passion that dripped off your lips
and the longing that came after it,
the way your eyes brightened
and the smile that crept at the corners of your mouth.
How do you just forget a feeling like that?

I used to look at you as though you were every other human around.
But now I see poetry flowing from every pore of your body.

I want it to stop.

of all the ******* people in this world,
how did I let you be the one to break my heart?

Slam me into a wall,
let your hands do the talking for you.

Show me how much you have longed to have a taste
of smooth honey again.

father.
i understand the world you know has turned you cold,
i understand that you are trying to protect us.

but sometimes i think that you forget that you raised warriors that cannot be tamed.

we can hold our own now.

I was raised by a warrior who has suffered in blood.
Whose burdens became mine when water poured down his stone exterior, exposing his ocean-like interior that he tried so dearly to keep at bay.
Your pains are mine and I still hold them no matter how much my knees beg to tremble.

I'm going to waste my breathe on you.
And I will continue to waste my breathe on you.
Because it will always be you that took all the air from my lungs.
And it was the best sensation that I had ever felt.

There have been so many times that I wanted to tell you that army green makes your eyes pop, that the hushed tone of your voice makes my heart race, that the way you look at me turns the butterflies in my belly into ticking time bombs.

But how do you tell your best friend all these things without being denied? Without having to tell them you love them, without the fear of them not feeling the same way?

When you told me how many woman have let you nest between their legs, it broke me.

Not because it was a significantly high number but because I thought you were different.

My three was no match to your almost double digits.

He gets under my skin and his words run through my veins.
When I am cut his poetry pours out of my wounds.

just like the scars on my body you have been engraved deeply into my skin

- i know you in my marrow

unbotton my blouse, caress me with your warm hands.
bring me in close and whisper "it's only you, baby."
then slam me into a wall, trail your fingertips up my body like i am a spanish guitar and you want to hear the melody.
pick me up and lay me on the bed, look at me with desire and lust.
you seem all too familiar with this, so i know i am not the only one.

-your first lie

the hand you had around my throat was less suffocating than the words that escaped from your mouth when you said you didn't want me anymore.

men.
the girl that answers your down to **** text at 1am by spreading her limbs wide for you to come to will not give you the same thrill that the woman who stays up talking to you about your childhood, your fears and your dreams despite the fact that she has morning class.

Savour this woman if you find her, she is one in a million

like this candle flame, i wish you would blow out with the wind

i carry so much weight on my shoulders.
and although my knees tremble, i have not staggered.

-the hurt you caused me only strengthened me.
thank you

i hope that when you kiss her that you think of me, and how my mouth knew yours like it knew the rest of your body.
i hope that when you finally tell her you love her that it will be me that you are picturing.
i hope that when she leaves you that you will be as numb as i was when you left me.
i hope that she ***** you up so badly that you will finally understand what it means to be me

when will you realize that all this hot blood that pumps through my veins was because of your coldness.
sweetie, even though you left me, even though you broke me.
my warmth will melt your ice.

-are you ready?