Scorn me, scorch me, sink your suckling teeth into me. But don’t you ever ******* say you love me.

How much of me do you not need?

Because when I offered you accepted everything willingly.

You stuffed your face with frivolity.

Selfishly gulped down my heart and with it my insecurities.

When you were finished, you gave your compliments to the chef and told me you never wanted any of it.

I wish your sincerity would reverberate through me, bounce back and clothe you

Something spiritual how a rain coat keeps you warmer than last years winter jacket.

Hum drum of hookups, silique symphony. A long line of history, bad timing and misery. One night stands and two night bands traveling along my hip bones. If you play me right you just might get an encore.

How do I tell you I want to die, without handing you the gun?

Sleep to banish the sad, sleep to seep up the tears from my face, sleep to reap the benefits of death.

I finger myself to your words. Touched by yours truly, truly touched by yours

I just want to want to want to be alive. But I don’t have any wishes left.

when your screams were loud enough to shake my happiness off the walls,
when your fist raised more than the hairs on my neck,
when your eyes became empty as the walls that you shook, when your hands were so rough I wondered if they had ever held me at all,
when my room was involuted, when my soul shrunk back in on itself, I moved on

and if my finger tips touched my lips, would it kiss away the sadness on my skin

I am so depressed, there is no other poetic way to be beautifully honest about the crumbling ruins of your insides

Cigarette, marionette, put it between my lips and play pretend. Pretend to call me, or to care whether or not I got home safe tonight. Too many words so TIGHT between those lips, wet enough to lubricate every lie that drips like honey onto my ****.


Make me feel real tonight baby.