I hope he sleeps well
with no bad dreams tonight

I hope he sees me when he closes his eyes
and knows that I care

That his sleep is filled with nothing but sweetness
and his thoughts are kind and gentle

I hope he thinks of me before his head falls to his pillow
and knows that I will be thinking of him

That his slumber is graced with tender kisses
and that he is not woken abruptly

I hope the demons that haunt him leave him be
if only for the night

I hope that upon waking he knows
that I have been visiting him in his sleep,
making sure he makes it home safely by morning

cover me in bruises
make me feel your love
strap me down and inject yourself into my bloodstream
feed my addiction, I don't want to quit you
I want to be baptized in your waters
cover my body in kisses and sweet nothings, ****** and bruised,
and send me down the river

he isnt even worth a poem

The detergent that smells like you gives me a rash

He was my first mistake
I was young, impressionable
this was information he was well aware of

A soft yet firm peach torn from the branch before it was fully ripe
coarsely bitten into, intentionally bitten into
then discarded

The bruises on my knees and scrapes on my elbows remind me of that
He was the first mistake

Why I didn't change the locks
Why I didn't say no
why I didn't insist on no

Is this my fault?
Was he my fault?

He was a ravenous shark
and I even told him that
sharks have to eat too, he said

my mother always taught me not to talk to strangers
but Ted Bundy had an enticing smile and electric eyes

I changed the locks
I bandaged my knees
I should have listened to my mother

I have burned all of your letters,
and I am bandaging my wounds.

I do not want to see you anymore.
You now mean nothing to me,
just as I have meant nothing to you.

Your name no longer fills my mouth with sweet tasting wine,
only blood falls from my tongue at its utterance.

I do not want to see you anymore.
I am repairing what remains of my sorry heart,
and I am casting you out.

I have burned all of your letters,
just as you have burned me.

Skin similar to that of a crocodile.
Smell of stale cigarettes and boxed wine suspended in the air like an infant's mobile.

Eyes sunken so far they hide amidst the shadows of their sockets.
Sleep is but a poorly understood concept,
like love, and death.

The clothes of several days ago have grafted to the skin.
Lips as cracked and barren as the dry desert ground,
eyes as deep as the abyss, equally as empty.

She stopped caring for herself, as you stopped caring for her.
A once beautiful, lively creature, remains motionless on the floor,
underneath a night sky of great uncertainty and hopelessness.