I'm tired of this side
of the wall,
tired from the effort
it takes to maintain.
I'm tired and wonder
if it should fall
how long will it take me
to raise up again?
I'm tired of this side
of the wall,
so tired I numbered
every stone.
I'm tired and wonder
if ever it falls
will I have the courage
to leave it alone?

he said he'd always fight for me

I never realised he was fighting himself

How many poems can I write
How many poems can I write
About the girl I want to call mine
Maybe one more time
I can write
Until she finds me
She will one day see
All these poems that I write
All these poems that  I write
Were all for her
Just please girl don't ask for anymore

☁️

Your fingers tangled in my hair,
Roughly, gently braiding pleasure.
An ocean of blood rushing through ears,
As warm, wet lips dance together
To muffled music.

Fingertips
Running over miles of fabric,
Across hills and valleys and
Fields of madness.
Eyes burn through each other,
Skin slowly melts away like wax;
Yet desire never wanes,
It's flame flickers and comes back.

Souls penetrate deep, between
Temples and moaning.
Finding rhythm in thrusting vessels
As minds wander, searching
Through feelings unearthly;

Intimacy, otherworldly.

-SLuR

It's just a little crush--really.
But it was a secret
For a reason I chose not to tell.
My friend found out today.
I freaked out--really.
But it's just a little crush, right?
Not one to last the lifetime.
If it was, I didn't have to keep it secret.
Right?

I barely know you,
Yet my words just spill out with no filter.
I want you to just see me,
Without a mask and a little off kilter.

Crushes are weird.