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Aquinas Oct 2016
Bring it to me
The apple of my eye
Bring him to me
There are no clever disguises
My guise is neutral as it is wise
To keep everything hidden from the naked eye
But also good to be open like a book
Why didn't he want to take a look?
He skimmed through the pages and didn't stare me in the eye
He edited the sentences but didn't take credit for it
Bring it to me
Something I wouldn't mind
Someone to hold me and tell me
"Everything is fine"
Aquinas Oct 2016
is a paradise
a sleek, marble throne for two
more than twice I've envisioned myself there
with men
all of them are different
the fleeting stranger I'll never see again
a one night stand I'll never forget
and the one I foresaw wearing my crown, grasping a scepter
seated beside me on the adjacent ivory throne
there are traces of a king left but ultimately he's gone
sometimes I catch the shadow of his reflection
with the other men, all of them different,
in white stone beneath my feet
I'm left to wonder if I'll ever see them again outside the altar
"And to think you would get me to the altar, like I'd follow you around like a dog that needs water." - BANKS
Aquinas Aug 2016
I'm not sure that I feel emotion
At other times, maybe, there will be a flow of thoughts, feelings
Tingles, nerves
I feel numb
Right now I'm feeling very numb
I'm not sure if numb is an emotion but I'm feeling it so it must be
Aquinas Aug 2016
I've done it again
Had homicidal intentions for the same thing
Telling myself to quit it just doesn't have the same fix as sinking my teeth into warm blood

Eat  Live  Starve  Repeat
That's the rhythm to the vampire beat
Is it a yearning or a needing?
A wanting or necessity?
I'm afraid to confront the ghosts of those I've murdered in my head
But for peace of mind I have to remain haunted
Aquinas May 2016
You know not of what you do
It's a play in my thoughts that I act out where you love me and I love you
We have a bond irreplaceable and akin to the spark of a fire
Taller and taller the tips of the orange skyscrapers spread until they burn the sky with the lies in my head
I'm used to the feel of your fingers through mine though we've never held hands
The sensation of arms wrapped around me that aren't necessarily there
And when you said "I'm not that kind of guy," I couldn't help but cry
In my mind I've embraced you so many times, I kept asking myself how could this be my fourth crime?
All I can do is bite my lip and suppress the roaring in my chest of anger and distress
Because our relationship was a dream I had during a night where I never fell to rest
Aquinas Mar 2016
All my days start out the same:
every single minute
is reflective of the
ever simple second
is there a silver to the lining of my linens?
The underground; they just don't know

There's wisdom in my patience
a poetic slander
to the ever passing hour
I'm afraid of singing in the shower
and touching bodies with the flowers
because I am frightened of bees
Aquinas Jan 2016
Lay your head down, sleepy head
Maybe one day you'll wake up dead
Like you always wanted to
The future is so loose when you can't sleep
But I know I slumbered once because I know you from a dream

Sweet dreams and melodies are what make me feel so sad
I close my eyes to hear your songs even though I know they're bad
Last night's memories are what make me feel so mad
I closed my heart then we had our laughs and I went back home to bed
I like the you in my dreams more than I like the you in my reality
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